We did our usual pick up, put away, sweep, and scrub Sunday, but not until after we went out on the desert with our son and, get ready for a shock...went target-shooting with my dad's old .22 single shot rifle. I was very shaky from new meds, but I did find I could hit the broad side of a barn if I had to. It felt wonderful to get out, away, into the crisp, sunshiny air and, on the way out, we saw whole flocks of beautiful little desert birds. Next time my son is going to show me some crsytals and also a place where one can find fossils, though we will leave them intact...it's all on BLM land.

The rest of the day wasn't much good after Morgan went home, but at least we got out and the floors look swept.