Summer: Happy Dance Days
The Author, Enjoying a Happy Dance Day ________________________ Occasionally, golden days occur, when absolutely everything goes right. A Sunday in August was such a day. It was golden from minute one; I jumped out of bed, fully alert and ready to face the day. My CPAP informed me that I had enjoyed 8.2 hours of sleep, a good sign – getting a good night’s sleep seems to be my key to everything that’s good and healthy. My body was quiet and not haranguing me about anything: I wasn’t hungry nor was I feeling crappy. My joints weren’t aching. My weight was stable, neither a gain or loss. I’ll take it . Even my broken toe felt better, and last night’s cooking burn just below my left wrist was just a non-painful red spot. And the knife cut on my right thumb was healing nicely. Have I told you I’m a klutz? I planned to go back to The Celebration of Life, where, the previous day, I had acquired The Holy Grail of the specimen world: a 552 gram rutilated quartz sphere,...