I am so blessed to wake up alive finding peace and harmony in simple pleasures.
My spirit soars but the body wanes.
A bed and a rocking chair.
Both afford me fantastic views to dream upon.
My folding rocking chair unbolted again nearly collapsing. I wasn't even rocking at the time, just staring off into the wild blue yonder urging my body to heal itself.
A dear sweet angel fetched new sturdier nuts and bolts putting it back together again, better than new. The manufacturer should have taken lessons.
At 3:33am I was up looking for a warm beverage. I was cold from the inside out. Fevers and chills playing tricks on me.
Surprisingly, my phone rang.
At 3:33 am.
When I answered my voice wouldn't cooperate fully, so my greeting came out more like a cross between a grunt and a whimper.
A gravelly voice announced he had the wrong number.
Life is goof.
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