Another deplorable night with back pain. It has gotten to the point where I’m even considering that it could <gasp!> be my mattress. This incredible, loving mattress that I refer to as my SO (that’s significant other). it could be a part of what is causing so much pain. I finally woke up at…7. Still felt quite “icky” yet fell back asleep with little effort. I can tell I’m really sick when I can sleep in the day time. A mistake perhaps, but I ate one of Maggie’s bagels with cream cheese because I hadn’t eaten at all the day before. I slept a bit more.
A fantastic dream: I 
was at a music fest and there were so many vivid colors. I had to turn around because I had forgotten my camera and that’s when I woke up. I was now at the level where I felt good enough to do something and then within moments I had to go lie down again. This happened at least 5 times. VERY slowly, I got the kitchen cleaned. I got the bathroom done. That’s about where it ended.
Ethan and I headed out to get some driving practice before I picked up Maggie but everything was locked (as in gates to the parking lots) so we headed to the store to purchase some things for Maggie’s upcoming birthday and of course…I left my wallet at home…the ONE thing I specifically set out so I wouldn’t forget it. We drove to Maggie’s friend, which is also where two of Ethan’s closest friends live, and it being off the beaten path, Ethan asked if he could drive. I agreed, on the grounds that he let me drive up the steep part. “Why?” he asked, “I’d just stay in first gear and drive slowly” which is exactly right. So, gripping the front “oh shit!” bar and clenching every fricking muscle in my buddy, I let him drive, even up the steep part. His second time driving the bus and he drove it up a steep hill which had frightened me the first (and second, and third) time I’d driven up. I’m sure there was a sense of pride as his buddies watched him drive the bus into their driveway. Way to go, bud.
Maggie told me about her concert – she absolutely loved it and can understand my depression when my music fests are over. The kids and I sat and listened to Sir Richard Attenborough tell us about the jungle as we ate dinner. These types of evenings are some of my favorites. Spending time with my babes, who are no longer babes. 
Today is a day when tears appeared many times in my eyes. Memories of that horrific day are recalled so easily, as if it were yesterday. I remember my husband waking me up with a call to tell me a plane had flown into one of the towers, and the rest of that story unfolded. My heart goes out to all of those affected – in our country and others. Granted, this was not the first terror attack by any means, but it was one day where terror changed the world.
Pictures: My bed. I hope the mattress isn’t the problem; My tribe.
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