Yeah, well. If you are of a praying mind...

...please keep my sister Peggy in your prayers.  She found out Tuesday that she has cancer.  A golf-ball size tumor.  And until surgery they won't know what stage or any of the other details that the slightly OCD among us would like to know.  All I know is that I'm going to NC soon.  Because with the tumor already that big even a lumpectomy will take a big chunk out of her and she's going to need help for a bit.

Right Biceps Tendon

Inflamed and painful.  Because I'm addicted.  I get on the water every day that I can and once I get going I just don't want to stop.  Since I often go out alone and don't have anyone to shuttle with I often go upstream against the current.  For miles.  'Cause I can't stop.  The river.  The amazing green. The birds.  Eagles, great blue and little green and night herons. Kingfishers, swallows. An occasional doe with fawns. The cicadas.  Dragonflies skipping all around.  Big ol turtles sipping air then ducking away from me.  Catfish along the bottom.  A butterfly kept me company for miles today.  I didn't charge it for the ride.

Well.  Heading out to run the Whetzell-Felton Reunion, so shoulder will get a break at least until Tuesday.  Except for the whole riding the Mon River Rail Trail on Saturday. But that's only holding my body on a bike...

Say A Prayer...

...for the repose of the soul of Marge Hoover.  My friend from church.  We are in shock.  She became short of breath while working at St. James yesterday.  Deacon Dave's wife took her home.  And she died.  She had health problems but...

I have a broad selection of cuss words to choose from, but I'm trying to hold it to "Crud!" as I crawl into a corner and cry...