It really is beautiful, this snow. I have the urge to go outside and play like a little kid. When I was a kid, we had those radiator things for heat in the house. It was great to go out and play till we were beat and then come in and put all our snowy wet things on and under the radiator in the dinning room. Mom would make soup and grilled cheese. Those were the days!
I haven't been posting much lately. I actually considered cancelling this blog altogether. But, I think I'm just nervous. Waiting for the next Dr. visit and to see what is wrong and what can be done about it. When they don't just come out and tell you that you don't need to worry about it being something serious it's hard to not worry. Friday I go in for my appointment. I think it will be something simple and we will just treat it with meds for a while and then I'll be fine. But until the Dr. tells me that is for sure what's going on, I'm going to be anxious. And just accepting that, and not telling myself that I'm an idiot, or selfish for being worried when there's not concrete reason to be worried, is what I need to do. So, I'm worried. Hopeful, but worried.
And enjoying the snow. :)