"What a difference a day makes."
~Adams Stanley, Grever Maria
And then, there's morning, noon
and night . . . each with their own
time and place.
I awoke to not quite being used
to DLS yet, but happy to face the
day. Knew we were going to sally
forth and get some much needed
chores accomplished. So, after a
bite . . .
The morning went fine, all well
accomplished. We treated our
selves to a job well done lunch
at our fave Mexican place. I'd
have to say, morning and noon
were just right.
On the way home, my nemesis,
Diverticulosis, began to have its
way with me. 'Tis that bit where I
pay for all my sins, make no mistake.
I was lucky in that the attack only
lasted a few hours. Still, it's far
worse than giving birth . . .
I awoke feeling just fine and
treated myself to some ice cream
for the first time in a month or
so. Watched a movie with my guy
and read for a while. You'd think
the attack had never happened.
I have to laugh; 'twas like having
three days in one . . .
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