the sum of it is this. i always have a choice. everything i do is a choice. everything. every single thing. i just have to move slowly enough to admit that to let that be to listen. listen.
there is rain on the skylights. it's supposed to turn to ice. dale feels poorly and is snoring in the bed.
a good lesson is giving up bread for Lent. because Sundays are not a part of Lent, you get a little break. so i look forward to Sundays when i can have bread. it's a lesson in delaying gratification. something that i know little about. precious little. a very good lesson.
no med changes
have been taking Muscinex every day for chest congestion
wrists seem to be better. i've been working on gentle, range-of-motion exercises which seem to be helping
oxy seems not to work, at least not for anything related to this cold or my wrists. i am just not going to take anything for a while. one can get used to most anything. even pain. and one will build up a tolerance to narcotics
little forgotten wee gods, grant me whatever moxie i need to have a good grateful productive day. and to you, dear readers. work well today. walk in gods.