Sitting here late at night, just a sense of thankfulness filling the room. Vicki made it back home from her 1,000 mile journey of two days.

 I saw my daughter board her plane in Scottsbluff, (and got her message she was already in Denver before I made it back to Alliance) but the memories of that week just sharing the same air will last me a long time and bring a ready smile each time.

 I suppose I should be letting go of all the toys and distractions of this world, because beyond a doubt my life here is coming to a close.. Dropping down (or trying to) 55 mg of Prednazone leaves me gasping within seconds, and even 60 mg might help me feel better, but it does not help the breathing.

Still, although I'm ready if it's my time, I find I'm still out fixing mowers, still working up loads to target shoot, feeding birds n chickens, living in a state of thankfulness for each day, each beautiful sky, each blooming flower.

Praying has been taking up more of my day for awhile now, almost thankful that finally I have something to really offer up. Now I can offer up my suffering for others. I like that whole thought, little as it is it's at least something. I know I've been on the receiving end of those kinds of prayers for years from my mom while she lived.