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Each Day Already is a Challenge
A Texas Sunrise
 
A friend, William Taylor, took this picture. He visits Surfside Beach with his dogs almost every morning, watching the sun rise while the dogs prance about at the water's edge.
This is only about ten miles from where I lived in Lake Jackson, Texas. Sadly, I only visited this beach about four times in the six years I lived nearby.
Each day is a challenge. A challenge to get by without thinking about the fibromyalgia pains. A challenge to stay awake when chronic fatigure wants to take over. And a challenge to navigate through fibro fog.
I haven't been writing as much as in the past. For years, I wrote at least 500 words a day. Now, I'm lucky if I write 500 words in month. Sigh.
For more information about what my day (or life) is all about with fibromyalgia, chronic fatigue, chronic pains, IBS, depression and everything else thrown in, check this out:
October 27, 2006 at 11:38am October 27, 2006 at 11:38am October 27, 2006 at 10:08am October 27, 2006 at 10:08am
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Aren't blogs fun???
Sure they are. They allow us to say things - on the run - that we might not say anywhere else. 
Last night, as Incurable Romantic   and I were talking about my piece that made the Spiritual Newsletter this week "Abuse Lives On...and On"  . I made the comment that if we create something or invent something, then we're the ones who know best how our invention or creation should work. It surely seems to me that if one believes in God, one should see the wisdom of using the Creator's handbook and instruction manual. After all, He knows how we're supposed to work; He knows us best. Jim insisted that I write that down, although the thought isn't a new one. So there it is.
Two nights ago, I sat on the porch and realized that the cold we're experiencing - ALEADY - has chased away the crickets. Hooray! There were so many this year and they were soooooooo loud.
But my joy was interrupted by another sound, and I listened and listened. Our yard is blanketed with leaves, most of them getting quite crisp from being off the tree a while.  Something was crawling beneath those leaves. Actually, it sounded like there were a few somethings crawling beneath those leaves, because the sounds were coming from various parts of the yard at the same time.
I did see a mole in my neighbor's yard, so perhaps moles were what I heard crawling beneath those leaves.
But...since I've lived in warmer climates before....my mind pictured an army of cockroaches under those leaves. And I had to retreat into the house.
Still, as I sat inside, pondering those sounds, I thought more about cockroaches. I started writing - in my head - about them. My first encounter with one at the age of 16. My move to Texas, where everything - EVERYTHING! - is bigger. Fearing going back to get my things from storage in TX, where they've been in boxes for 3 years. Hmmm. I just might have to write about those nasty creatures.
Bye for now.
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