Bad News, Good News

First the bad news: People have commented that my oldest grandson looks like me.
Now the good news: In one year he has gone from being one of the smaller players on the basket ball team to one of the taller players, and he's not finished growing.
And he'll have no trouble attracting a wonderful, beautiful Godly woman.
Right, Mary?
Mary: RIGHT!!
(His late grandmother was also a wonderful, beautiful Godly woman.)

Two of my three grandsons, along with my late wife Lynne.

Slaying the Jabberwocky

Alice Kingsley: I try to believe in as many as six impossible things before breakfast. Count them, Alice. One, there are drinks that make you shrink. Two, there are foods that make you grow. Three, animals can talk. Four, cats can disappear. Five, there is a place called Underland. Six, I can slay the Jabberwocky.

Night owl report:The reason I put the Jabberwocky quote from the Tim Burton "Alice" film on my time line is because my extreme night owl habits have moderated. Not long ago, I would have thought that impossible.
With small changes in our routine, I have gotten up early and stayed up all day. Remember, early for me is before 2 in the afternoon.
I am amazed at how far a little sunshine therapy goes. It's been several weeks since I've had a chance to sit or walk in the sunshine, but the little bit that seeps through our windows has been effective in rousing me.
Now I find myself not only getting up, but staying up all day. Of course, this means I have to go sleep earlier. One night I drifted off at 1:30 am. That might be a record.
With more daylight hours, I can do more projects per day done, instead of bailing out at 2 in the afternoon, and galloping to the bank before they close at 6 pm.
Today I got up with the sun at 8 am. I am still up. Weird, but nice.
Please don't misunderstand. I like being a night owl. On Christmas Eve, after driving to Indiana to visit my children and their families, Mary and I started back home around midnight. There was a fierce snowstorm. We arrived home at 6 am. I went to bed at 6:30. I saved a ton of money and a day of hassle by NOT having to spend the night at a motel. I can do that.
I also have no need to sit out on the front porch, soaking up sunshine and being social. I have no desire to fit into a day shift world, and it would be too much work to straighten them out. My standards are too high.
Actually, there are is long list of impossibilities that have been made possible, through God's grace, and I am hopeful that God may reveal the steps for a couple of more changes.
Hence the line "6 impossible things before breakfast." Reversing Irritable Bowel Syndrome and the Jabberwocky - Short Term Memory Loss are my next targets, with God's help. Surprisingly positive changes have already happened with the addition of bone broth and egg yolks to our regimen.
God is good. Stay tuned.

RELAX! #rmdc

RELAX! God's got this!

Photo by Mary. #rmdc means I didn't write it, but I'm collecting it. RMD is is the acronym for Rev. Mad Dog. #rmdo means I wrote it.