Brrrrrrr

Today is the first day for a couple of weeks that I don't have to get up and go to the health campus. And what a good day it is to stay at home. Our thermometer out back says that it's 13-degrees this morning in Marietta.

I'm sitting here in my bear paw slippers, munching on a ham and cheese breakfast sandwich served on one of Barb's homemade English muffins. I'm really going to get spoiled like this. I mean Barb's muffins make Thomas' muffins taste like cardboard.

We usually eat pretty healthy around here - usually. People probably think we're a little nuts the way we plan out a two-week menu and try to cook with as many fresh ingredients as we can.

But yesterday was not a banner eating day for me. I celebrated the end of radiation by eating two-dozen hot wings. Then for some reason Alyssa and Charlie wanted a pizza last night so I ended up with four slices of the greasiest, most disgusting pizza, I've ever had. And to top it all off I mixed up my own bowl of vanilla ice cream, chocolate sauce, and miniature Hershey's bars.

I've vowed to do much, much, much better today. Starting out with two slices of apple struesel breakfast bread and two ham and cheese breakfast sandwiches is already a much better start.

I also started the day with a steroid and a pain pill. The doctor recommended taking the steroid for one more week yet before weaning off completely. The pain pill is taking care of the painful hip, that began to hurt more and more in the last days of radiation.

This house would drive a lot of people nuts. Over 200-years of evolution the house is certainly a tapestry of time. It's not exactly a home that grew all at once with the exact same building materials.

I finished painting the upstairs hallway yesterday and looked back over my missed spot here and my missed spot there. I noticed that I had six doors in the hallway. Three were painted white. Three were wood stained. No more than two were alike. And one looked like it might be so old that it was made when they first attempted to build doors.

It would drive a lot of people nuts. But I like it. It's the character of the house. And it's the character of me - I have lots of imperfections too.

Today I'm going to turn the corner and start rolling the wall down the stairs. I'm going to take it easy and take it slow. I'll be taking my time and not rushing or worrying about a thing.

It's especially important for me to stay active, no matter how simple the task may be, the body depends on it.

I heard a complaint on the news that it's even cold in Florida. You poor guys suffering at 65-degrees. (Wish I was there!)