I wrote in my last post that I was finally well.  That was premature.

Right after that my daughter was in a wedding party in Syracuse, NY when she became ill.  She called me saying she was in the hospital and needed me to drive and pick her up.  I hopped in my car and drove six and a half hours and picked her up.  She would be ok but she needed to take her medicine and rest.  I wanted to get a motel but she just wanted to get home.  Anything for her so I drove home, stopping a couple times at rest areas for twenty minute naps.  I left home at eleven in the morning and got home at four thirty in the morning.  I was beat.

The trip exhausted me so much that the coldbola that I had came back with a vengeance.  I was back to waking up coughing up a lung in the middle of the night.  I guess it is harder at 58 to recover that it did at 25

I’m ok and as I write this big fat flakes of snow are falling here in LaGrange.  I have set-up my trainer and will be on the bike today and every day that I can’t get on the road.  It’s been a tough year but I’m optimistic.  It feels great to be well.  I wonder how long before I take it for granted again.