Day 20: Walk-ins.

I much prefer working to doing nothing at home. The leg's not getting better yet, and so I find it hard to move around the house and do all the things I'm used to doing. I've never let the grass get this high in either yard before, and I can't mow it because I'm a part-time cripple. I'm quickly finding why House grew bitter. Life sucks when you can't move as freely as you used to.

A friend of mine was talking about scheduling meetings with God, and he remarked that even though he missed the last scheduled meeting, it's ok because "at least God accepts walk-ins."

Life's been grand when I'm not sitting around like someone who can't pull his weight in his own house. If I do have glaucoma in my left eye (or both eyes, as it may be), life's going to suck. Somethings up with my eye. I was at 20/13 a year ago, 20/40ish the last time I went in to see the eye doctor a coupla weekends ago, and now its where I can't see an object fifteen feet away clearly with my left eye. My right eye is my saving grace, but I'm seemingly losing depth perception and peripheral vision. So PHYSICALLY I'm breaking down. Otherwise, which includes emotions and so much more, I'm improving.

Soli Deo Gloria.