Last night I woke up in a sweat: I had just dreamed I was being carted off to the hospital again. I didn’t know why, no one told me.
Do I really need this stuff to be invading my slumbers?
All over the world, mean and stupid stuff is still going on, Far Left Crazy has just begun to realize that President Trump is serious about erasing them from the blackboard, and I need something that resembles rest. Dreaming about assorted medical procedures doesn’t qualify. I do not like dreams about my catheter.
No nooze today. Sunshine, cigar, Byron’s TV listings, lunch and a movie–that’s my day. Carefully planned!
So let’s just see.
You have a better plan than stewing over all the insanity in the world. I can’t handle much of it, for sure.
I hope you’re feeling better today. I was worried about you.
Sorry to say, I have not improved to any degree yet. I do everything I know to do, but nothing seems to work. Last time I visited my primary care doctor, she made some changes, but nah, I still feel rotten, but I still study Scripture, still pray ( you included) and still write a few Bible studies and sent them to people. My life is in God’s hands, and I just try to serve Him as best I can.
Well, what else can we do? I don’t want to be sick for the rest of my life, but it’s certainly in the cards.