I am still up at odd hours lately. My body just loves to get up around 5am. I am not complaining mind you as it gives me a good start to the day and I have traditionally always been an early riser. And every day I am mentally fit is a blessing to behold and should be cherished as if it were my last. I have had some periods where I was just an absolutely miserable old soul with my diseased brain. I always thought that handful of medications dad would give me nightly made me mentally ill.
I asked George last night what happened to that 1981 Dodge Diplomat he drove for decades when he ran his fly-by-night taxi service.
“I sold it to some kid for a $1000,” George told me chomping on a cigar. “I still see it around town.”
George and I had some good times in that car. I seem to be waxing poetically this morning for some reason. A little bit of nostalgia maybe? I would do anything these days to roll back to the time of those good moments and memories.
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You're sounding wistful this morning. I hope you have a good day.
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That is funny that i feel the same way about migraines as you do about feeling mentally fit. Each day that is good is a blessing to cherish. Having some rough times here lately with headaches. I guess we are in tune.
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