Now this is more like it. My energy is returning, and even though I took the day off just to be on the safe side, I log on and scroll through email and answer calls. Yes, a touch of working is healthy. It feels good to accomplish a few little things and I watch that I am not overdoing. I know these flashes of energy can be short lived, and I know my system tends to be stronger in the morning than in the afternoon, so even though I am making hay while the sun shines, I don't push.
Sugar and I take longer walks, venturing farther from the building, chasing the millions of white pieces of tree pollen fluff that saturate the air. You almost need a mask to keep from breathing it in. Sugar loves in, leaping into the air and snapping at the white danglies, racing around in the piles caught in the grass and stirring up a regular snowstorm, then barking at the whirlwind as if she had nothing to do with it.
My legs feel stronger, less rubbery. My tummy is good, and my appetite is returning. I splurge and give Sugar extra treats for tolerating the longer walks without complaining. The sun even shines and warms my bald head as we amble along listening to the wind feather through the leafy green of the trees that shelter our building and are transported by the cooing of a turtledove to some mysterious era of intrigue and romance.
It feels good to feel better. I relish the gentleness of the day, the yellow sun, the quiet street, the softness of Sugar's puppy coat. Thank God for this peace and goodness. I wrap up in it and take it indoors for peaceful dreams during my afternoon nap.
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