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I never know if Sunday is the end of the week, or the beginning of a new one.
Today, it’s the end of waiting and worrying for me, but it’s not as easy as that sounds. I have news, but it’s ongoing and hardly conclusive yet. But it has given me such a lot to think about.
I’m not exactly sure what to do with this news. More waiting, that’s for sure, but a good part of me can’t even begin to understand these developments. I have read the neurologist’s report so many times I could recite it, but so much of it goes over my head. I am seeing my doctor next Monday, so maybe between us we can figure it out.
I think the cold is getting to me, creeping into my thinking, slowing down my thought processes. The work in progress isn’t really, although I do think of it often. I busy myself with routine stuff and things that really don’t matter in the scheme of things. I chose today’s image because I was desperate for the hint of some of that autumn warmth. Hopefully, if the weather warms up a bit, so will I, if you know what I mean…
Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes 
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