I had a dental cleaning appointment Friday afternoon in center city. I’m never thrilled about having to go down there and Friday felt no different. In fact I had grown tired of venturing down there years before retiring in 2018.

Nonetheless, I rearranged my day that would routinely be devoted to my letter writing ministry with friends, and prepared to go to my appointment. Just to digress momentarily, because of its physical and mental drain in prep etc., HS has definitely turned me into what I call, “A One Trick Pony”. It’s this or that, not this and that.

I drove to the train station, parked and caught the train downtown, butt pillow in tow to ensure a “comfortable” trip. The appointment was short and seamless as expected. It wasn’t until the wait for my train back home, in the damp, penetrating, drafty tunnel, that AAALLLLLLL the dreaded and familiar soreness and physical drain from my final years of working, came crashing in😏🙄😖…..I felt like crying thinking, ” how did I go from bouncing here, there and everywhere on lunch breaks etc., to this overwhelming desire to just be home and away from what I at one time enjoyed?”

I regrouped after warming up some on the train, and was then able to thank Jehovah that he’d sustained me to continue working as long as I did with HS. The sun that was shining on my car was also a blessing, as I sat there long enough for those nerves to relax and alleviate some of the soreness. Needless to say…I was all too happy to get home…