There is always much to do around Afton Station, things that could be done on days like today when I barely have visitors and no volunteers to gab with, either. It's almost lonely here, a rare occurrence indeed. I'm awaiting a very large motorcycle group, but it's after 1 p.m. and there's no word from them yet. Phil took Robin to lunch in Tulsa for her birthday. Betty dropped in for a while but then had to leave to meet her sister. I almost always enjoy being alone, that is, right up until I start to feel guilty about just sitting here doing nothing. But today I feel exactly like doing nothing. I don't have a speck of energy, nor do I feel the slightest bit creative. I started a crossword puzzle, but Tuesday's crosswords are ridiculously easy and not challenging at all. I considered doing some creative writing but this is the best I could come up with. Dusting? Washing windows? No, thanks. I rearranged a few things and took a little inventory. I yawned a lot. I drank an Orange Crush, and I don't even like soda pop. I conversed with a nice lady who tried to sell me a $6000 ad in USA Today. It took me a while to stop laughing at that. After that, I daydreamed about being able to afford a $6000 in USA Today.