I didn't mention in my post yesterday that Dad went to hospital on Saturday night. Hence, I lost the ability to count.
On Sunday, I met HIS mother and step-father and HIS grandparents. They loved me! Apparently, "I'm a very nice girl!" HE tells me that, this is the highest possible praise. =D
On Tuesday, I sat at Dad's bedside - like I have many times before - and thought about the sentence a day. I must have begun almost 100 sentences in those few hours. Dad slept while I shifted in my seat and tried to describe my surroundings. I couldn't finish a sentence to my satisfaction.
The idea of writing only one sentence a day is more of a challenge than I thought. Not because I can't write something everyday - although clearly that has been difficult this week - but, because one sentence is a bit limiting at times. I know it shouldn't be hard and it doesn't really matter if I write more than a sentence. But wouldn't I be clever if I could communicate in single sentences: one idea at a time. I would be succinct.
Cest la vie