The annual mad dash to pack for vacay is in full swing. I dunno why it's not easier each year. (I suppose it is and it just doesn't feel that way.) This year we jettison an item I can sell and add an item instead with personal significance. This year we have no set destination and only our own goals to pursue. This year I cannot do a damn thing to help physically but hope to come home in better shape. This year I come back to a house being cleaned by a paid helper (thanks to Mom and Ed) and have 2 weeks till MIL arrives... instead of doing the month's worth of cleaning myself before she arrives.
This year I have work stuff to be on vacay from, that I have to watch a bit while away, and a big project a short week after we return for which I will need to hit the ground running.
This year I have pool noodles that fold and can also be pillows. And insructions from the PT to build in more fun and less extremes. And a considerably lighter meds load-- I'm taking the vacay off from one BP med I suspect is over-prescribed, and taking just the previous smaller dosage. God will have to watch my BP again this year so I can MOVE. He hain't failed me yet!
And why is Faulkner desperately hiding under my legs today??? I think he wants to come along, not board this year.
Thanks to friends who have been faithful in praying for us this year. We continue to hold you in our own prayers, and share His peace with you, as well.