April fools we may be, but such glorious fools are we.
After the March of the Blizzards, April spread its wings and danced in sunny and warm and full of hope.
The surgical dressing came off this morning; the incision looked healthy and clean. The staples come out tomorrow. It's a good day to be alive.
Convalescing reminds me to treasure the simple blessings of life and love. What a blessing to take a shower and have clean hair and balance on one leg to dry my toes. I trimmed the beard and 'stache and shaved around the edges. What a blessing not to stink.
Corky is chortling over her book; I'm typing away with the Chromebook in my lap and my feet up. What a blessing to be boring old married folk.
Mark from Universal Imports is delivering the new-to-us 2001 BMW 315i tomorrow morning. When we set up the delivery I didn't think I would be off the narcotics yet and able to drive so we agreed he would take Corky for an introductory spin. It turns out that I'll be off the meds by then, but I'm sticking with the original plan. I like having Corky get to drive the new buggy first, even if the X3 remains her primary vehicle. She's a pretty special lady and quite handy with the stick shift. I'll drive it for the post-op check up later in the day; a most excellent way methinks to celebrate the progress in healing.
April fools we may be, but such glorious fools are we. What a blessing to drop our masks and simply be. God is good.
Have you not heard?
The Lord is the everlasting God,
the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He will not grow tired or weary,
and his understanding no one can fathom.
He gives strength to the weary
and increases the power of the weak.
Even youths grow tired and weary,
and young men stumble and fall;
but those who hope in the Lord
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint. Isaiah 40
