And again and enough.

Its getting harder, the strategy to get me here, to this crisp, empty, and honest morphine moment. Nothing can be more forthcoming than a prayer, a moment between your grip, your gut or your cold quiet room that can take a deep void apart. Is it? As long as it gets you past reality, and that treatment? If the experiment(cheamo) seeks out the quality of your day, give it surrender. I want to stop the treatments... just one day at a time, please. I can't take this stuff anymore!

Happy Thanksgiving Lord

Thank You Father, for all that was given us, Oh Lord. Today we had a meal of great Joy, with love served to us by all the ladies in my building. The nurses and caregivers and staff, Yes I live in a handi-capped housing highrise. Anyway, the supper was good, so good that, of course, I ate too much. The turkey was plentiful, as was the ham and for the first time, I did eat sweet potato with golden toasted marshmallows on top, Oh! what strange things we do, that is so good and just everything else during dinner was good and mmmmm pumkin pie with mmmmm cream. I am not used to this much goodness in my system, so we slept, and slept and zzzzzzzz zzz zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz zzz zzzzzzzzzzzzz zzz zzzzzzzzz