Sunday Sunday

Again missed church, Woke with my head roaring. My face is puffy. I cant find food to eat that I want, so I have to make my own bread.
Which is not a problem but when you cant use dairy, it does make a difference.
I feel like a big bloated whale.
As we sat drinking our coffee and eating our flavorless coffee cake and orange, I became philosophical.

(Yeah Whats new?) I love philosophy.

You know we sit, (all of us do) we plan our meals,  we plan tomorrow, we plan our finances, we plan our gardens, we plan our vacations, we plan everything.
Why can we not just Be? 
I told David, "You know we sat here and talked and planned all this, but in two weeks, I could be told, "The Cancer has spread"
Then all our planning is for nothing.
Do I think it is, NO!!!
 But in the entire scheme of our lives, Our plans are nothing.
They become as a vapor in the wind, Here and gone, Never to be seen or thought of again.
Because Life, at the moment we are living in, is passing us by.
One phone call, one word, one lack of breath can send all our plans into oblivion.
One such call or word can send us to our knees.

Now to be more like me.

And I am LAZY.
David said, If I lay in bed long enough, it will be time for my nap,.
Funny  Guy, Smart Alec, Patient , Not sure how he deals with me at times.
Lazy Lazy.
Lazy

If Patsy Cline were hypo, she'd be singing this song...

 

Lazy

I'm lazy from being so hypo

I'm lazy

Lazy and feelin' so blue

I knew

I'd probably have a few symptoms

And then someday

They'd leave me for somebody new

Worry

Why do I let myself worry

Won-drin'

What did my T-S-H do

Lazy

And thinkin' that I'd love a nap too

I'm lazy, not tryin'

Lazy, and cryin'

And I'm lazy and feelin' blue