Breathing Deeply: My Life With Cystic Fibrosis

I think I need to get out more. Now that my energy level has picked up dramatically, I'm filling my time with things that border on embarrassing. For example, I look forward to a good game of hide-and-seek with Gimli. I'm content to spend a good 20 minutes laying on the floor nose-to-nose with him in a "Frasier vs. Eddie" style staring contest.


Something tells me that Gimli might be hiding behind that basket.

Silly bunny. Maybe his old pappy never told him "never sneeze when you're hiding, and never smile when you lie." Or was that "smile when you're sneezing and lie about where you hide"...










This (under the aquarium cabinet) would have been a great spot if he hadn't made so much noise pushing those boxes aside. Shhhhh...I don't think he knows I found him...







I'm so glad to be feeling better, that's for sure. I've reached a personal best in the number of mornings that I have been awake at the same time as Brad. This morning I was even up before he was. Too bad the only reason that happened was because I got a charlie horse, but hey, it got me up. I put my effusive energy to work and I cleaned the car. I bought some of that "car wash in a can" stuff awhile back, and I'd been itching to try it out. Quite impressive. Next time I think I'll have Brad help me though, because elbow grease is one thing in short supply for me.

After taking care of the car, I folded a load of laundry. By that time Brad was awake and dressed, so I invited him to take a walk with me. Together we moved at a fast clip toward the local drug store for some sunscreen. I couldn't believe they make SPF 60 now! Wow. I didn't think I'd ever see that outside of a Dutch Bakery, let alone in a largely Latino part of town.

Now we're back in the house and my tummy is crying for some food. I think Eggos are in order this morning. And perhaps a little parsley for Gimli.