I'm really starting to think of these "small strokes" as God's Brain Surgery. I remember praying to get rid of most of the things that seem to be gone, and I don't miss them a bit. I just spent a lovely fall afternoon, rocking in my porch recliner and then marking some treelings to keep when he mows, converting all the worries into gratitudes. One of the best days of my life! I wish Hardi were here to share it-- he's out gallivanting my MIL around in the fall foliage.
With a coupla hundred bucks worth of the filet mignon I'm waiting to divide up for the freezer, and the eggs that will make all the thawed ground beef into meatloaf, aaarghhhhh!
There's so much that I can do now, that I love to do! So I'm doing it!