The truth is life can be tedious, painfully so sometimes – like today.  There’s nothing to be done but to bear it.  I’m afraid I can’t grin.  It is entirely my own fault, having slept too much when we were in the woods.  It was so delicious, curled up in the soft fluffy comforter.  But when you sleep 9 – 10 hours each night for a couple of nights, it catches up with you.  You guess it.  I had a restless, not much sleep last night.

I’m paying for it today – feeling not quite kosher, achy, limbs heavy like cement.  Sheba does not understand ‘tired’.  When it is time for her walk, she barks and barks.  I have to get up.  I have to make the effort.  We go around the block.  She does her business.  She’s happy and we’re home.

I’m doing my business, too.  I’m moving one foot in front of the other.  I’m doing one thing at a time.  I disregard how I feel and move, however fast I can managed it.  At the end of the day, I can say:  I am not behind.  I’m right where I should be.  Some days even when everything in my body hurts and I’m as tired as all get out, it still feel good to move.  I guess you call it rising and answering the call.

I’m happy I’m still making it here.  Till tomorrow.