I cried.

Ack.
What else to say.
I came home from the studio at noon.
Yup.  You guessed it.
Laid on the couch, Nurse Roy came to the rescue.
In desperation, I took 2 Fioricet, even though they have failed to help so far.
I couldn't sleep.  I just closed my eyes, and tried to go someplace else.
It wasn't working.  Two hours later, I haven't moved.
Is this me?



On the wall, over the double doors to the deck, there is a sign.
(I LOVE SIGNS.)

It says, 'Amazing Grace'.

I got teary.
Teary for my 87 year old mother, who has let her world get so small, she is sometimes a child again.
Teary for my husband, who had a stroke.
For my sweet, sweet Eddie, who left me for someplace better, and sent me Roy, sweet gift.
Teary for someone in my family facing health problems that sometimes seen insurmountable,  for a relative of someone dear to me, who is facing cancer.
Teary for a friend, who is slowly watching her husband die.
Teary for abandoned cats, that people think they can 'throw away'.
Teary for dogs in shelters, waiting for homes.
Teary for everything that has made me sad all year long.

And wet faced, I dozed off for a couple of minutes.  When I woke up, I took a deep breath, and said, OK.
Enough.
I got up, put my sneakers on, got my coat, Roy's leash,  and me and my pain, and Roy, went for a walk.

Hooah.

There is a reason I love pit bulls.  Sometimes I have the same mentality.

Three miles, and a whole lot of fresh air later, I felt a smidge better.
A smidge is good.

Negative on the recipe for Greek Honey Cookies.....you know the deal.....if I told ya, I'd have to kill ya.
And I am not a violent person.
love you all though......and all your encouragement, and suggestions, and concern.......not sure what this would be like without you.