22° Warmer

It’s going to be 22° warmer tomorrow than it was today.

And the sun will shine.

I’ll go somewhere and do something other than avoid a headache.

I’m cold.

I should just crochet me a shawl and stuff Kleenex up my sweater sleeves and fill my purse with peppermints and butterscotch and cough drops.

And carry a cane.

Administer geriatric justice with my cane.

‘They went that away’ while I’m kleenexing evidence off the cane/weapon.

If I was The Rock I’d kick somebody’s ass. But who’s ass deserves kicking?

Jackie Chan could kick somebody’s ass too but he’s too nice. The Rock seems nice, too.

I’m an out of shape almost old lady who’s tired of feeling bad and somewhat frustrated who doesn’t want to kick anybody’s ass.

I need a vacation. How do you vacation from doing nothing?

It will be warm enough tomorrow for a walk.

I’ll walk.

I’ll inhale the air the trees expel. Draw strength from the giant, loving Universe created by a loving God who doesn’t want me to kick anybody’s ass.

I’ll welcome hope and be stronger still and thank my God that I will heal.

This headache seems to be lessening. But what if my glass half full mentality is fooling me.

I think not.

I was created with an extra helping of optimism. Possibly for this trial.

In that case, tomorrow’s going to be a wonderful day. I’ll welcome the sunshine. I won’t take up the cane. But I might put some butterscotch in my purse.

Thanks for indulging my optimistic pity party.