Twice this past week I’ve woke up in the middle of the night with heart palpitations, PVC’s, and panic attacks. I have been having vivid dreams that seem to trigger them. Paula talked me through one of them, and I managed the second one by myself.
Having not changed anything, I have to wonder at the cause. Could it be like Ebenezer Scrooge said “a blob of mustard, or undigested potato…..more gravy than grave about this”.
I don’t know. I know that when you age you wonder about these out of the norm things as they happen. One of the reasons I got out and walked the trail today was to see if I had any problem doing it. I didn’t. More than likely it’s always the mind in my case.
Perseverance is one of my best/worse qualities. You can also sometimes shorten that word down to “pestering”. Just ask Paula. I’ll persevere then.
As I start to close in on 69, and then perhaps 70 I want to start tidying things up a bit though. Write some things down, get rid of some stuff, sell some stuff, give some stuff away. (You’d think I own too much stuff? You’d be right!). Tie up some loose ends and get in my little red Radio Flyer at the top of the hill, and wait for God to give it a push. I hope he waits quite a number of years!
Have a nice day tomorrow, and get ready for the cold weather.
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