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We're home.

We finally got sent home from the hospital late yesterday afternoon.

And then I taught a class last night and worked all day today.

And now I'm home.

And Tejan is doing amazingly well.

He's down to pain meds only every six hours.

And he's doing his exercises with enthusiasm.

I feel amazingly rested. Funny how a night in your own bed can be SO restorative. Especially when compared to a pseudo bed/couch in a hospital room where nurses are entering/disturbing every two to three hours.

And now, October is almost over.

Life is so interesting... I'm learning so much right now about relishing each day - whether it's long and boring and hard and seemingly impossible or whether it's gorgeous and productive and full of happiness.

Each day is it's own gift.

I really believe that, smarmy as it sounds.

How are you, friends?

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  1. so glad everything went ok. i've been thinking of you!

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  2. I've thinking and praying for you.
    Thank you for the reminder to relish the moment you are in.
    I am well. :)Tired and blessed.

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  3. So, so glad everything went well!!
    and I believe every day is a gift as well!! Not smarmy at all :0)

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