The recent genealogy marathon, and sleep deprivation, has me moving at a snail’s pace. Yesterday, I did everything “right.” This morning I’ve done everything “wrong.” My left hand was mildly burned while (in a fog) making coffee. At 9:00 AM, I visualize spending the day in my recliner. No “climbing trees” and limited TV viewing.

9:15 postscript: Remember(?) I have a “window on the world.”  Sitting at my computer, I see people “coming and going.” A friend-neighbor spends the entire day, every day, driving around the RV Park in her golf cart. Around and around, and around! I’d rather be sleep deprived and pursue a productive hobby.

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Right where I’m supposed to be? “Thank you, Lord!”