Morning Edition

Good morning,
I’m curled up in a sleeping bag on the deck. Pain again, and it’s become so normal that trying to focus on anything else is hard. I see the Dr. on Monday.
Last night, late, I checked my debit card balance, and finally purchased Demi Lovato’s version of “Let it Go”. Somehow, the song helps with the pain when nothing else will.
Again, Music helps. It gives me something to focus on when I want to scream. Tim made coffee this morning, and that’s about all I was going to get accomplished so far anyways. Thankfully, he grabbed my mini laptop for me, so I can write. Just being curled up in a ball is enough right now.
Meanwhile, I am not going to focus on much more than just getting better. Tomorrow, we need to go to town, and I’m going to ask one of the men to drive. That’s about all I can ask. There are errands to run that can’t be put off.
Dad’s cell phone is dying, and he is due for a contract renewal. So, that’s the first stop of the morning. Then it’s the bread store. I think that the men can walk in for that one. After that, we need to get groceries. The farm payment is somewhere in there, and there is a little Catholic Book store I want to stop at. That’s about the only other place than the cell phone store that I need to personally walk into. The men can handle the rest. Thank God. I’m thinking being curled up in a ball in the car seat is about it for the day. I will hand them my debit card for what needs to be done.
At this rate, I’m going to get going back to bed soon. Just finding the strength to get up and head that way is a treasure.
Letting it go, one minute at a time,
Louise Ann Benjamin