It was one of my favorite parts of living in the camper van. The only reason I cared about the day of the week was that the state campgrounds fill up on the weekends, and I needed to check more carefully, to make sure there was space available where I wanted to stay.
I got to sleep in every morning. I didn't have to set the alarm.
Ah, the good 'ol days.
Back to reality, I am getting better. I went out two nights in a row last week, and wasn't trashed by the end of the second evening. It felt like a major accomplishment. Of course, I was home by nine each night, but it's still a major improvement over where I was just a few weeks ago.
I'm feeling good this morning. I got my pseudo-ladies pumped up again yesterday, which means I took a valium when I got home. (It helps the muscles relax, so I don't end up with knots of pain.) The drugs aren't picky about which muscles they help to relax - and I slept like a baby. Straight through from 9:30 PM to just before 7 this morning. I don't know if it's age or surgery, but I rarely sleep like that any more. I woke up feeling MUCH better - energized and ready to face the day. Given what I was able to do last week, the energy may even last for much of the day. I can hope.
As a bonus, today is Saturday, and I have it planned as a play day. It's spring and it's sunny and it's 70 and it's a great day to get out and enjoy the outdoors. Heck, I'll go all out and bring my camera, and maybe even take a picture or two.
As energy returns, so returns the capacity to enjoy the beauty and the blessings surrounding me. God Is.
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