Sort of bedridden with my laptop, I managed to post two posts on my blog today. They are parts of a true story series I'm calling "Four Bouquets of Flowers".

For a few years now, I've slowly been writing draft chapters for a memoir. I don't know if I will ever have it printed, but I want to preserve significant stories from my life, for at least myself. The "Four Bouquets" would just be just one chapter for my memoir. I have already written draft content for almost eight other chapters. Tomorrow I will hopefully post the last installment of the "Four Bouquets". It needs more work. Actually, I've already written a post called "Getting Married Abroad in a Most Glorious City (Prague, Czech Republic). I might add that to the "Bouquets of Flowers" chapter as a 5th bouquet story, or maybe keep it separate. I'm still trying to figure out how best to organize my memoir. I'd rather it be groups of semi-related stories rather than strictly chronological ones. In any case, if I ever do want them printed, I'll still need a lot of editing/rework.

I still feel so weak. It's hard to even go up and down my stairs that many times. I'd like to cook dinner for my husband tonight, but I sort of dread it. He offered to pick something up on his way home. I think I might take him up on that. Perhaps I could make something for him tomorrow.