Good Morning, Dear Friends—here there, everywhere,
Upon arising to the gentle sound of tinkling bells heralding in coming texts, I’m glad to know the sun is shining, here and there, freeing folks with cabin fever from walking on treadmills in favor of being out and about six feet apart, during the day.
It’s 9:30 am, and I’m just awakening, now😴
Though chemo, steroids, Nulasta (to stimulate bone marrow production of new well-balanced blood cells to combat anemia) and who knows what else remains mixed up inside me, fatigue continues to reign supreme, my mornings starting out in slo-mo with the rest of the day following suit. Even so, my spirit feels sound reason to smile as Will and our family are well; the sky overhead is blue, triple digit temps have decreased to double digits, and my deeply comforting, royal blue cushioned swing welcomes my arrival in my magic place where repose beckons me to sway, gently, back and forth, as though cradled, so you’ll hear no complaints from your friend, Annie, since change for the better is in the air, at least for today.
As a special treat, a friend and neighbor, who baked toll house cookies, our favorites, especially for Will and me, just dropped those sweet confections at our front door following her hike with a friend in the heat. Yum. This baker extraordinaire whips up her tasty treats masked and doubled gloved. She chose blue chocolate chips ala Frozen, in case Steven and Ravi plan to play in our patio spa, this afternoon. .
As that is the plan at hand, Steven and Ravi will cool down in our patio spa, this afternoon, while Gramma and Papa happily interact with our son’s and grand daughter’s sweethearts from behind our glass paned Arcadia doors, feeling ever so grateful to have our loved ones within eyesight, placing our craving to gather both into a group hug aside until pandemic fear has passed—which it will, over time..
Other than pandemic crises, outside, and a critter named Leiosarcoma inside me, all is well, today, in our little corner of the world. And being that we each live one day at a time, I’ll push publish, having ended this post on a realistic up note.
🙋🏻♀️❤️🌈🌻Annie
Now, that’s what I call a hot dog, by golly!
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