This week I’m getting a crash course in “dealing with it”. There’s nothing like health problems and neverending bug bites to really unveil the depth and breadth, or in my case thinness and narrowness, of one’s character. I am just now trying to crawl out of the mire of feeling sorry for myself and actually realize the sun is still shining, and there still remains a wealth of things for which gratitude is most called. There still remain outcrops, for example, where mites do not live. I don’t know where they are, and if I did, I would be there, but just knowing they exist brings a small kind of ecstacy.

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