Morning, hope all is well with you. Am settled in as usual at my desk. I’m in my favorite nightgown, and have augmented my attire with my warm slippers and a cardigan.
The new meds at least let me sleep, which for a steroid I guess is rare. The whole pain thing, I suspect is the reason why. I still want someone to do jumping jacks on my spine, but I digress.
The new tent is here. I’m tickled pink. I unwrapped it, played with it, examined the stitches and almost purred with excitement. I can almost imagine the adventures that tent and I will have. I think I will name her Hope, because she gives me hope for the future.
Other than that, the simplest prayer I know is… “Take my will and my life, guide me in my recovery, show me how to live.” I have a hard time remembering it when I am out of sorts. Yet, I have a harder time remembering it on the good days.
Yet, the source of my recovery is a power greater than the disease of alcoholism or addiction… Hmm.
Just random thoughts today. Got some more knitterly goodness worked on. Will post pics when I am able. -L
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