Tuesday

Dear Diary

In the early morning dark, illuminated by a pale white full moon, I pedaled toward the church and listened to the bells telling me five minutes remained before Mass began.  It was a great sensation because today was the first day in the last month I felt like I was NOT hung over. It had been a tuff few weeks with all the surgeries. Two days of each week I spent with an ice pack on my head bemoaning the fact that I had stuff to do but didn’t feel like doing it.  Each week I would peel back the bandage and reveal a new miniature railroad like track of stitches across the landscape of my face.  It gave me time to think of those people who are really sick, bed ridden or worse…those who will never get better.  So…thank you, Lord Jesus… for this little reminder of what it is to not feel so good.  And thank you for my abundant good health.  Amen.