Last night we had a power outage that lasted about an hour. As I watched my beloved cell phone drain, I realized how much I needed it. I wasn't sure how long the power would be out, and as a parrot-mama one always has to be ready for an emergency -- especially a temperature one. Thankfully the power came back on. I'd already cruised over to Create to steal some of AnnMarie's electricity (ok, AM, I owe you half a phone's worth on this month's electric bill!)
Then word came that Glenn Fry of the Eagles had passed away, at the age of 67. He had RA, UC, and pneumonia, probably from immunosupressive drugs taken to combat autoimmune issues. Seriously scary. As I sit with a large, very deep opening in my back from surgery, a window to my innards and spine, I am well aware of being immunosupressed. It is scary that one morning I might get up fine and by evening be sick with an untreatable septic infection, or some other life-challenging bug. All so I can function better in the now. I better make sure the NOW is worth it. Living, loving, creating, being in the now is all there really is.
Happy Tuesday.