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As the day started this morning I padded about the kitchen doing a little of this and a little of that.  Accomplishing nothing but spending time waiting for the first cup of coffee to come out of the coffee maker hot and steamy.  When I sat down to enjoy this steamy hot cup of coffee I looked about the kitchen and realized that without doing anything I actually did accomplish something.  I know… it is hard to believe and completely out of character,  but… I would not lie to my loyal reader(s). (is there a “dubious” smiley?  if there is insert here”x”)

This in turn made me ponder the same kitchen a year ago.  I started the day the same.  Wake up…check.  Stretch…check. Get out of bed slowly…check.  Get dressed and go into the kitchen…check.  Hmm..nothing much has changed.  Next would be the coffee procedure.  Still no change.  A year ago I would sit down and wait for the coffee pot to make its cycle.  Often times I would wait motionless.  Feeling the energy come back to my body.  There were times that I would shake, tremble, and become chilly.  My hands and feet constantly clammy and cool.  Finger tips numb from the cold.  This morning I walked directly to the left over pot of coffee and poured a cup.  Put it in the microwave to heat it up.  Today I made the machine ready for  the next pot while the micro wave was doing its thing.  But then I noticed a coffee stain.  I know what  your thinking.  So what!!  Well,  the difference is I took the time to wipe it up.  Then I took the time to wipe something else up.  I may have spent five minutes doing this kind of thing(It probably was a 30 second job for most but I do things slowly these days).  Only then did I get the cup of coffee out of the microwave to go and sit down to survey my kingdom.  It really does not seem like much now does it?

No,  it is not much.  Yet,  it is something.  I have spent a lot of time deriding my condition.  Constantly wanting to get back to normal.  I believe that I spent so much time worrying about getting back to normal that I have stymied my health.  Not any more.  I need to get on the stick and do what I can do and not what I once did. That stated,  I am pretty sure that this statement is easier said than done.  So far that would appear to be the case.  I am older.  I am wiser.  I am skinnier and I have considerably less facial hair from this experience.  When you look at it from that stand point… what are the negatives????

On an aside…Kellen is home and I am glad.  Soon to be Christmas so Kellen will become more of the blog feature in the next days and weeks of this Christmas season.  Just thought I would offer  a short story of Kellen, my 9 year old son.  During the school year Kellen is forever fighting sleep each night.  Always with the excuses about not needing any sleep.  Well,  his first night away from the school bedtime bewitching hour he volunteers to go to bed early and sleeps late.  Go figure???

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