Not A Funny Grunt

January 24, 2025

Good morning, that wonderful way.

O/ How's the day?

How's your sleep?

Dreams run so deep?

Good sleep here; wonderful medicine.

Thanks for reading.

Let's go.

There's words. There's the communication of words.

A word without a destination is a funny grunt.

Though I don't mind a good funny grunt now and then, I thank you, my dear reader extraordinaire, for the destination.

The cold spell broke, warmer days begin. The Sun starts to show up at a respectable time. Spring in his thoughts, green on his mind.

My thoughts are on medicine.

My health returns and so the helpfulness of the meds goes.

Like the Sun showing sooner a good signal life persists.

There's remission, then there's healing from all the side-effects from all the medicine over all the years spent getting there.

I'm just about through with it.

Personal stuff. It's a journal, after all.

Again, thank you for reading.

Hope good health has you.

If not take your medicine, say your prayers and congratulate yourself for recognizing how worth it life is that you continue to heal for the sake of better days.

Take care and have your better day.