I have been going to bed between 7pm-9pm for a month. And getting up at 6am. I am finally rested. I LOVE going to bed early, when the kids of the hood are still playing outside and I fall asleep to their games. Billy is on my bed. It is still raining of course, like every morning this week. 

No plans today. We have a lot of potatoes so maybe make scallops potatoes? I am so worried about hubby and his job, the fact that he still smokes pot. He is no longer a functional addict like  he used to call himself. And because all these things, pot and cigarettes, cost a fortune, he wants to work 50% more of his regular load. That is suicide. He will become impossible to live with...