Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Either queasy or busy. Lots going on. I drag myself up and at it, taking my small steps, one foot in front of the other and get at it. The lilac tree is in full bloom, the grass is green, the horses have all lost their winter coats. One foot at a time, no matter how hard it is to move that foot, I keep going. I want to stop but I won't let myself. Tiny steps are better than no steps.