The first thing my husband said to me when he got home was you missed another beautiful day. Ah, gee honey thanks for the reminder. Trust me, it's not like I do not realize that every single day. It's one of the problems with living in Florida, every day is beautiful, there is rarely a rainy or yucky day where you feel good about staying in bed and curling up with a good book. But oh boy when one of those rainy days comes a long, it is wonderful!
When we first moved here, before we put our pool in, out back was just a little covered area, not screened in. When I took the dogs out I was too weak to stand to I would sit in a chair and hold the one extend a lead and the other dogs roamed free. Each time I did this, as I was sitting there, I would look at the absolutely gorgeous day and tell myself all that I was missing. I had no choice, it's not like I was being lazy. I was, am sick. At times I began to wonder how many days did I have left to lose?
There are days where I am so sick I could care less what the weather is and there are days where I am well enough to know exactly what I am missing. I have been sick for 10 years, that is a lot of days.
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