Ground Hog's Day Ramblings

I've been sick, like really physically sick. With sneezing and coughing and general yuckiness. My quick walks with Grace have felt like slow painful marathons. I'm getting better, which is definitely a good thing. But, seriously, being sick, is certainly not for the faint of heart.

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Last week, I found out that I have breasts full of cysts, which is another good thing. After an afternoon of mammograms, ultrasounds, exams and such, I left with good news, especially after the radiologist noticed old cutting scars on my stomach as she examined my breasts. That explanation turned into a 10 minute recovery story when the dr. told me that her own young adult daughter was an anorexic.

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I think I may have found a church and it's a baptist church, of all things. They celebrate "high church," follow the liturgical calendar, have a divorced pastor, women on staff, an openly gay man as chair of the deacons. They even use real plates and silverware for church suppers to work on being environmental leaders. It's a place for broken people. Talk about old school, I think that might actually have been the original vision for what church actually is.

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Went to see and hear Loretta Lynn. Every Kentucky girl ought to hear her once.

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Oh, did I mention, I've been sick. Sick enough to lose a few pounds, but healthy enough to hear Erika when she cautions, "Be careful." No worries, Erika, but thanks for the reminder. It's nice to know you've got my back.

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The groundhog did not see his shadow. God bless the little guy! Six more weeks of this kind of winter may have been enough to question my loyalty to the Commonwealth.