Despite the medicine I'm currently taking making me BEYOND ill, I feel good. Energized. And it's been so long since I've felt that way that I don't know what to do with all the excess energy. I was online for a few minutes this morning and got sad at some of the things I read, but was able to feed all my boys breakfast, and that was good. Nolan had an MRI early this morning for some leg and back pain (He's OLD, y'all) but got to come home after for breakfast. We're having a dinner party tonight, so that's kind of fun; I went grocery shopping early this morning and the retired gentleman who took my bags to the car for me was the sweetest thing ever; he was kind and solicitous. He asked me how I was, and sounded like he actually cared about the answer! He loaded the sacks in the back of my car, and then opened my driver's side door for me. Nolan does that, as do the boys, but to have someone other than family act in such a chivalrous manner made me smile. And glow, a little.
I think that what I'm trying to say is that I'm choosing to be happy. I'm not letting the bad stuff weigh me down. I'm going to do what I do to the best of my ability, to love God and love others, and try not to worry and fret over the minutia of junk that comes up daily, and especially the things I have absolutely no control over.
*big love to the flist*