I am still alive

It is Sunday morning in Phoenix, the sun is shining, the temperature is 70 + degrees.

I feel like I have been on a two-week bender, have played football with my grandchildren, after which was run over by a truck. Everything hurts, and fatigue makes it difficult to complain.

The high point of the here and now is George Winston on Pandora.

I got mine in 1979, it started with painful ankles, which were followed by too many pills, surgeries, consults, more pain, fatigue, new diagnosis, and shots. And I am still alive.

So, quit whining Larry. Find a good book, make some raisin toast, curl up with your dog, read the morning away.

Tomorrow will be better, it always is and I will be here.


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