these days. these are the days i find myself often saying. deep fresh snow, more hours of daylight, and time to do as i wish when i wish. today, mister jones slept-in instead of waking at 3:30 to swim his three nautical miles at the pool. after time spent together in town, ending with a bowl of homemade greek lemon chicken soup and baklava dessert at our favourite kafé neo, mister jones decided he would go snowshoe’ing. imagine my surprise. imagine my delight. i am savouring these days, what with changing vision and being ever-watchful for worsening signs and symptoms, i find myself feeling much gratefulness and thanksgiving.
these are the days.