Finally!  A graphic depiction of the story of me.  I've been sitting here pondering things today, and moments ago I looked up at the clock with a bit of a jolt and realized that I had just spent the better part of an entire day wondering "what if".

I wouldn't trade that squiggle on the right for anything, I promise you, but I have to admit that the total loss of controlled plan has been...interesting.

Maybe it's age.  Maybe it's just exhaustion.  But, for the first time in my life I am actually enjoying the squiggle.  I kinda like not knowing where this crazy train is going to take me next.  There have been parts of the trip that made me want to jump overboard and swim for safety, but the last few months have been rather fun.

If my days are this funny and happy and joyful despite my physical self feeling like death on a stick, I can only imagine how much trouble I'm going to get into when healthy!  I don't imagine that I will completely change course and become a sky diving motorcycle riding dare devil, but you just never know.

Stitching and TeeVee viewing will commence as soon as Rich returns from his walk.  He is also grabbing sandwiches and a haircut while out, so I have a few more minutes to ponder, I suppose.

Tuesday has come and gone, almost.  Let Futzingday Eve begin!