Normal

I have lived in the town of Normal off and on for the better part of fifty years. A little more on than off even though I don't live there right now.

But I never appreciated normal as much as I do this evening.

I have been incapacitated in one way or another since the year before last. I was sick for a while, then there was the quarantine.  My doctor prescribed a bunch of drugs that nearly did me in. I was so weak I could barely walk upstairs, then I developed gout from the drugs and ended up with my right foot in a soft cast that caused me to injure my left foot!

I was due to stop wearing the boot on that foot last week when I injured some muscles in my back and was in more pain than I can ever remember experiencing in all my life. I spent my 72nd. birthday in agony. 

Now, today, the boot is off, my back is so much better, and I am wearing new shoes with special inserts that feel so good. 

I feel so good!

I feel ten years younger!

I made Christmas cards for my youngest grandchildren, mailed Christmas cards, and started thinking about putting up a tree! I don't think I've felt like this in, well, so long that I don't even remember.

I'm almost afraid to say this, because I don't want to jinx it, but instead of thinking like that, I'm just going to savor it.