Well, I thought I was over that eating and digesting problem that had been going on since a year ago September.  I had five normal feel-good days in a row last week.  So I know it can be done.  In June this year, I started a daily diary of everything I put in my mouth to see if I could figure out what was upsetting me.  No luck.  I’ve been super faithful to record everything--every day.  No clues.  Oh well--it is such a habit now to record everything that I am going to keep it up.

You really don’t praise God for the things you take for granted.  It’s when you lose something that you are reminded to thank Him for your blessings.  I’m not blind.  I have perfect hearing.  I haven’t had a hip or knee replaced like most of my friends.  I can walk around the block.  I don’t have arthritis in my hands so I can type.  And on and on.....thank you Lord.  My children all seem to like me and call.  And I have friends.  Friends are critical.  Going to Pryor made me lonesome for the friends I left there.  I don’t have very many here---but the ones I have are awesome.