The Joy of Gray

Something rare and wonderful is happening. It's a gray, cloudy day in Texas.

Most of my fellow depressed people get worse in the winter, when the days are darker. I'm just the opposite.

The summers here are endless. The bright sun hurts my eyes. I can feel the pain in my spirit. The wet heat burdens my soul. I can't breathe.

But days like this sing to me. I can see. I can breathe. The air is full of life. The blues and grays are the colors of joy. The bare trees, like hands raised to Heaven, add to the music.

Right now I can only dream of these things. I have walking pneumonia, and my lungs are too sickly for me to go outside. I can only hope for more lovely gray days.

Blogging and Tiredness

In the past few days I've tried numerous times to update this blog. Each time, for one reason or another, it didn't take. Once I simply couldn't get connected to Blogger and I lost the entry. It wasn't one of my better efforts. I suppose it is now floating around somewhere in cyberspace like the lost and lonely orphan it deserves to be.

But several times I've had an idea and just been too tired to write about it. It's been a bad year here in Texas for sinuses. Wet and hot, then wet and cold. The local doctors would likely be happily contemplating the world cruises they can now afford...if only they weren't so busy working themselves to death.

I hope this tiredness is due to my sickly sinuses. I've got a spot on my right side that looks a little too much like the pictures of melanoma I've found on the 'net. Melanoma isn't a happy disease for anyone. With our small income and no insurance, treatment might be an iffy proposition. So I'd really just like to skip the whole thing. As my hubby says, Let's not do it and say we did.

I won't know anything for certain until January. That's the soonest I can see our doctor. I'll be doing a lot of hoping and praying...when I'm not too tired.