90 days in my rear view mirror. I remember getting back home from the ER–I don’t remember how I got to my parking spot–I had driven myself home in a daze– but I sat on the bench @ the outside door in tears trying to remember my access code. My cell phone was dead. I made it upstairs somehow and exhaustedly (sp) collapsed onto my daybed. For the next 6 weeks, the nighmare’ish journey through what we know now in hindsight as COVID (I had all my shots and boosters) and an added GI bacterial virus. I can admit to you now there were a few nights in those first few weeks I unlocked my door, laid out all my ‘final’ pre-plan instructions for my tribe on the kitchen counter, made notes on my desktop screen, unlocked my safe and laid down wondering if I would make it through the night. BUT GOD. Today, 90 days in my rear view mirror I am sitting here creatively back in my groove @ my home office so very grateful, thankful & blessed to be about 90% back–my stamina and strength increase each day–still get a short nap in here and there but getting back to my old insane self. Thank you all for loving, caring, praying me through this–and to my valued client base for their patience and long suffrage during those few weeks–my Guardian Angel Mother and my healing, restoring Creator. A vintage Ira Stamphill classic of the church seems appropriate today. Love you all.
‘Many things about tomorrow,
I don’t seem to understand;
But I know Who holds tomorrow,
And I know Who holds my hand.’ – African Methodist Episcopal Church Hymnal #446