This weekend I did something that I just have to pat myself on the back for, even though my arms are too stiff to reach that far. For the first time since 1995, I can again see the bottom of my bedroom’s closet! It took all day. I’m sore and every muscle in my body is paying the price for it but it was worth it. I’ve opened my closet door just to look at the bare floor several times today. I can almost hear a choir of angels in the background each time I do. It truly is miraculous. Now I have three more closets to unload in the house but I don’t want to think about that now. I’m just going to soak up my own personal victory today.
Today is the opening day for the St. Louis Cardinals! Looking outside at the snow, I would never guess that, but it is baseball season. The best part will be watching the Clydesdales proudly prance around the field to that Budweiser tune, “Here Comes the King.” I don’t drink beer but I love those horses and I’m a dalmatian person too! Go Cardinals!
