Strangely enough, I have again been struggling with a low-grade fever and a general punk feeling. I've done little or nothing in the last few days except watch taped football games, read, and try to keep my self in a mellow and accepting mood.  After all, my meditations over the last few years have repeatedly told me that each and every present moment has some gift for me, and must be humbly accepted and explored. It's true that many helpful revelations have come to me over these last few days, so perhaps I should, in a way, be grateful for my fever and punkiness.

Meanwhile, Cia has kept the house running smoothly, and always with an uplifting and humorous spirit. It seems strange, but I think my illness (and hers several weeks ago) has definitely brought us even closer, and revealed strengths in us that we might not have been aware of. Can suffering be good for us??