Of lists

Many of my best times here at the Holmes house come in rocking chairs on the front porch.

Last evening Jessica and I sat as the light softened around us, talking in quiet tones about our respective days.  I shivered in the chilly air and Jessica suggested going inside.  I am having an asthma attack, I told her.  And tachycardia.  I didn’t want to take albuterol because that accelerates heart-beats.  I need the oxygen, I explained.

Jessica looked at me and said, Well, I’m glad you’re out here then.

Exactly.  Item one on the list of positives. Check.

Night fell and my evening progressed.  Eventually I mindlessly cruised the internet lost in thought, far into a sleepless night.  I found myself making lists.  Things which are right; things which are wrong; things that I can do; things that I can’t do.  

Things that I am; things that I am not.

I fell asleep at two a.m. and I will swear that I felt a flutter of angels around me; swear I heard them whispering, You are enough.

 

 

 

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