Quiet Sunday

We learned something last night.  Don't stay up too late when Ellie is at a dance.  It was her first dance, so there is that, but it sure left us feeling yucky this morning.  We weren't able to go to Church because I hadn't slept enough and Bubbles was having stomach problems.

It turned out for the best that we didn't try, as I got a mild vertigo attack just showering.  We're taking all the important precautions to keep it from getting worse.  The bout I had a few years ago took weeks to recover from.  Now we know what to do when there's any hint of it.

So, we're taking it easy.  My brother and niece are coming for a visit from the North lands where they live.  Cousin Emi will stay for a week or so.  Mark is going to stay for a couple of days to visit with our dad. 

The rest of the day should be nice and quiet.  Lots of relaxing and trying not to become super dizzy.

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