If you’re wondering how I can write a post as deep as yesterday’s proves to be when I’m utterly depleted of energy, and our sons are in town (now staying with us), well, the post in question was actually written a couple of weeks ago and forgotten in drafts.
Today, I feel relieved and deeply grateful to be at home in my own bed, surrounded by my loving family. On the other hand, I’m sick and tired of feeling too sick to participate in the fun fact that our sons have driven across state lines expressly to enjoy family time. As to Barry’s family, Marie drove Tony and Ray back to the coast a day early as I remain listless and their biological father’s weekend with his sons was coming up. Barry will ride to the coast with David, on Monday. There’s very little in life that provides families with simple plans that do not, somehow, go astray, and thus is clarity imperative to maintaining peace of mind, all around.
Though I’ve had enough therapy to not guilt my illness with ruining our time, together, I’d have to be super human to feel no frustration at having caught a bronchial infection, which, following my surgery of two weeks ago, has utterly depleted me of energy, yet again.
As ending a post on a down note is not my style, I’ll add my gratitude for the fact that this infection did not settle in my left lung, which would have seriously compromised my ability to breathe. And upon reflection, our sons truly enjoyed each other’s company while our grandchildren frolicked happily with each other in the resort’s pool.
As to now, tis time for my antibiotic, so I’ll bid you adieu—
Annie
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