44.
Its interesting. It doesn't feel old. Especially now that I am properly medicated. I touched my toes yesterday! That seems like an odd statement but I had gotten so stiff over the last few years that even 2 months ago my finger tips hung inches from the ground. The new meds have made quite an improvement. Im not saying I am completely ache free but my feet are not curled into immobile claws in the morning when I wake up and I can manage the stairs normally when I traverse them. It is fantastic and I feel like I have a new lease on life.
44 is shaping up to be a great year and it is arriving in grand style. Thursday, under the light of a full moon, Greg and I will take in the first Blackhawks game of the season. And then my old high school friend Aimee and her family will be by for the weekend. Auspicious beginning to be sure.
In other news? The kids are recovering from some bug. Tobi has turned into a big game hunter. Greg and I have been visiting some trails with Rosie. Life is beautiful and good. (Except I dropped my phone and I had some allergic reaction but those are the breaks.) Photos are here
