Pressure to get things done, which I wasn't experiencing before I started devoting four hours each day to physical therapy.

"And soon . . ." is always the beginning of a story.  "And soon . . . will be "once upon a time."  The only time is NOW.  The only real story is "I am . . .!"

I am steadily working on re-ordering MY NEW reality!  And that's a fact.  Truly!!!

MY NEW life grows more orderly each day.

This is really just a shout-out to ALL MY friends here.  I am okay.  Getting better actually; I still have some on-going health crap, but none of it is life-threatening, just time-consuming and occasionally frustrating!

I love you ALL, RicHIe.  Honestly!!!

PS: Miss Shuganah is "glum" because she don't know where TextMage is.  Please go cheer her up.  She's a tough old misanthrope, but the curmudgeon part is just a disguise.  She is really sweeter than summer-berries.  Love R.

My sloth.

On February 15th 2009, I abandoned my sloth.  I loved that sloth like a basketball, but he had to go.  I will miss him.  Maybe he has an attractive sister that I can meet up with in the future, but for today, at least, sloth is gone and I am not looking back.

Love to you all.  Hopefully, more today.  Kisses, R.

**Editted to put "s" in "sloth" in line 2.  18 April 2009