well, i am home, and am still smiling. Roscoe met a new friend, a little jack russell, and they ran the yards at the lake all weekend. He is passed out now. Chuck Leavell was incredible. He had that little theatre jumping off of its foundation. I had to laugh, the place was full of gray poneytails (men and women). I could not decide if old hippies came out of their hiding places, or if people just let their hair down and had a blast from the past. I stood in the lobby with other hyper attendees, and danced until my body told me to sit down. I had to go home after the concert, but that was fine, i did not mind the compromise. Then Saturday was a fun day at the ballgame. Again, i had to go home afterwards and rest, but it was fun.
I certainly can not enjoy and celebrate life like in the past, but i am so grateful for the times that i can just put Lupus away, and let my soul play for awhile.
p.s. - took my computer to the shop, they found a nasty virus, and guess what......i can now insert paragraphs again -