- for my sister's comment on yesterday's blog, it took me at least 30 minutes to recover. Such unconditional love is overwhelming.
- for my own So B. Devo, aka Trail Boss
- that I made it through today despite the fight of my own creation between principles and personalities
- that a little physical activity such as replacing outdoor Christmas light bulbs at Randall's pulled me right out of my near grumpy mood
- that Jim just kept rubbing it in...lol
- that I have two Jim K's in my life
- for this thought: the battle can be lost the split second I stop trying
- that I never stepped foot inside a bath house
12.08.04 aprox. 10:30 pm: There just doesn't seem to be enough hours in a day. And it's not like I have the busiest life, but when the nighttime gets to be about the hour of 10:30 I get wide awake and want to start writing, or going through stuff, or want to read all night. I love the quiet of my smart town apartment (as Phil refers to it). Chester wanders around and bumps into everything and I have to catch him to unfold his ears. I want to smoke cigarettes and surf the internet looking up obscure artists or design. I want to know that all my loved ones have had a great day and are resting peacefully. The clock ticks on and I am making lists on post it notes (or on generic sticky notes from the 99 cent store). Feeling a little angst at having to be responsible for the $145 worth of internet virus dialed long distance calls. Being totally grateful that I will be able to remember this night because I have not had a drink in what seems like forever. So, I give in and get ready for bed. Put Chester under the covers and grab whatever I am currently reading and go through a few pages, set the alarm and turn out the light. Say my prayers and slip off to unconsciousness as the constant moment continues. Another page added to my book of life.
My beautiful sister
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