Perhaps it’s the march of days, with more of them in my rear-view mirror than ahead of me (unless I’m going to live to be 120 years old!), but I find myself giving thanks for having a good night’s sleep, for waking up each day or for the little thing that punctuate each day. Getting up in the morning with a minimum of aches and pains, being able to walk to the bathroom unaided and do my thing without pain, tracking the growth of the vegetable’s in pots on the deck… each of those little activities brings me joy. Today, Hub and I played 18 holes of golf at Kettle Creek. It took me about 12 holes to get back into the swing of things (literally) and…

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