All buds and hope. But the black iris that never bloomed last year, and looked like it wouldn't this year, has grown expectant. And the rose is alive! It's ALIVE!
Despite everything, I have decided this afternoon to trust that Obama out maneuvered the conman. Knew he was in a war, accepted that there would be casualties, and set up a strategy, with fall backs and contingencies.
Woke yesterday in the early hours, ill and in a lot of pain. My upper back has been worsening, and I've done a lot, but not enough, to calm it down. I think it became a migraine by morning. Threw everything at the pain all day, ice, massage, acupuncture, drugs, exercise, ice. By bedtime, I felt appreciably better. Still tender today, need to attack it again, but finally feeling progress.
Nothing like pain to sap energy.
And now, buds. Spring is insisting.
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Take care of yourself and hopefully the beauty of spring will relieve some of your stress.
Hope you're feeling better by now .
What "Starting Over . ." wrote.
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