Still Dancing

Things are progressing as they should perhaps...two steps forward, one step back. It's a dance...a poloniase of life. And I am the stumbling dancer not the elegant one.

But let me clarify...I am still dancing. Still very grateful for the chances I have been given.

The chilly weather continues...I had to turn my heater on this morning. I am not giving up hope, but my faith in a speedy island recovery seems to be losing focus. It doesn't help that the swelling on my neck also seems to be increasing in size.

No one is measuring it, but Chaya and I reached a consensus last week that yes, it seems to be getting bigger.

This morning I am listening to Handel (Polonaise - from Concerto Grosso NO. 3 Op. 6 in E minor) and Vivaldi - Concerto in C (RV558) and G minor (Carnival in Venice)as I piece together a new blog. Chaya is cleaning house and I am doing what I can to help her.

Chaya, Dylan and Rick went to a BBQ last night on the other side of the island, but I stayed home to rest.

Chaya posted photos of the area they visited on her FaceBook page today...it looks very beautiful but rest not sightseeing is mostly what I am craving.

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