It's 10 am, and he is still asleep! Meaning his coughing didn't wake him up (he has good cough medicine), and he isn't so banged up that he can't just sleep. I'm sure he's missed a lot of sleep in the hospital.
I'm feeling great today and rested, and imagining a good day here with NO problems of ANY kind.
Hey. I can dream!
But actually, we can all (meaning me and YOU) breathe a sigh of relief, because nothing terrible has happened in almost 24 hours now, AND it's been pretty amazing that God didn't forget to wrap all the hurdles in comedy. Well, okay, a lot of it wasn't funny. Moment of seriousness. But...okay, moment over: a lot of it WAS funny.
(All my atheist friends, please translate "God" to whatever you call the pen that writes the storyline. Yes, existentialists, I know you call it "YOU". Yes, fatalists, I know you call it "fate."Yes, agnostics, I know you're not SURE what to call it.) Okay, Beth. Stop. Go drink your coffee.
I'll post later, after he's up, but I think things are better. I just feel it in mah bones!
Love love and more love to all of you for caring and following and wanting to help and wanting the best for an ole cowpoke and his girl.
Happy day to you!
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