Bits and pieces

Being me is probably not what you think it is.

I eat like a rabbit. Romaine, carrots, onion, avocado (well, maybe an exotic rabbit.)

I hop like a turtle, but I walk like one too, so that's not all bad.

I like to play pretty much like I always have.

But in spite of trying to eat right and exercise, I just keep on falling apart like something made out of Tinker Toys by an uncoordinated four year old. Just about the time I get my sugar in line, my left foot goes out. Get that foot working right again and my eyes get blurry.

If life is a picnic the ants are ahead about thirty percent of the time anymore.

Emotionally? I think it's better than it's ever been in my entire life up until now. And that makes all the difference in the world.