And the recovery continues. Age is not a pretty picture. Of course, having CFIDS (chronic, fatigue, immune dysfunction syndrome-there's a mouthful for ya') doesn't particularly help either. Oops. There I go complaining again. A bad habit that is quite common among us humans.
Anyway, I did manage to drag myself out of bed and get in a quick jog before showering. After which, I then uncovered Eddie's cage to allow the light of day into my little feathered brother's life. Hey, we might not be the same species, but we share this planet, as well as the marvelous gift of life. And no matter your circumstances, I believe life to be a precious thing. Even Albert, my other roommate (who happens to be a large black bear), believes in the sanctity of life. Although he does wish that the majority of humans would find another planet to live on. He's currently sleeping in his favorite spot, under my bed. Again, I have no idea how he gets under there. It really is amazing.
So, next time, maybe I'll talk a bit about what I experienced at Readercon, but I'm gonna' let those events gel in my head some more.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch (a quite cliche line once used in a lot of old movies, and serial tv shows), I have a plan. My day will go a little like this, I hope. First, some Irish style oatmeal (hey, that's what it says on the box), and of course, the Sunday paper. Then, if I can light a fire under my butt, I will do a bit of cleaning. Following that, if I can still stand up, I will start unpacking a whole lot of books, and begin finding them homes back on my bookshelves, or anywhere else I can set them, as long as I won't trip over them.
And finally, maybe I'll have a little time to indulge in the wonderful pastime of reading. With a bit of luck.
Anyroad, whatever your situation in life may be, I do hope you can, in some way or other, appreciate this extraordinary thing we call life.
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