There is no better thing than to have your health! My grandfather often said that before and after he fell ill with a brain tumor. We all take it for granted until we get sick. I've had a hard row to hoe these past two weeks. Wracked with panic attacks, each day would be hell. My attacks are extremely physical even going so far as to make me see things. Finally, I seem to have some relief. Two days so far without an attack. I fear to say it though. Fear I will jinx this fair health spell. I worry I won't ever be able to function at full capacity again (One attack came on just by me cutting my front lawn!).
Helen is home cooking supper. Sadly, I won't be able to eat until after 9 or so. I did get her to cook a savory pork roast, mushy sweet potatoes, and her southern style green beans. I especially like her slightly sweet and crunchy cornbread and so does Maggie. It will be nice to come home to a hot meal after a hard day's work.
Well, I better get back to work. Still mounds of paperwork to sort. This is the kind of job I could do all the time -- just sitting in my office doing clerical things. Hope you all have a good weekend.