Glad to be Home

Home...simple four-letter word...means so many different things.

In hospital a few days. Released on 24-7 oxygen and lots of meds and rules, and unfortunately, on steroids still. Released with lots of fear and too few real answers. Then yesterday, went to my doctor's office. Got some answers there.

So today I stand here trying so hard to be a former smoker, knowing I'm killing myself if I light up, and sometimes crying because I'm not completely stopping smoking. I'm trying to quit. I don't want to die yet. But somehow, I can't find the strength to stop. I'm not smoking lots...but if it goes on, I bet it wouldn't be long before I'd just be back to the regular 1-1 1/2 packs a day grind. I don't want to smoke. Smells bad, tastes bad, making me sicker. Just got to keep trying not to smoke.

Cats were glad I came home. They all surrounded me outside and we had a petting session. They told me all their news, but I can't repeat that here. I will say 4 of them beat up a possum trying to empty their bowl in the shed.

The inside cats are becoming more outside cats, which is really better for all of us.
They are all fixed, they all have their shots, they are healthy, and have the cattitudes we've been working on all year. Now they're going to teach the outside cats little ways to make life better.

No big garden this year, sadly. Guess I'll be a better Farmer's Market customer now.

So I'm going to go away now and find something else to do. I'll be back in a day or two.