Perhaps its the early morning sun casting long shadows over last night's meager snow fall combined with rain and forming a layer of ice on Everything.

It could also be, that while sitting here catching my breath after an hour of pushing snow about, I was reading Kristi's "French Word of the Day" and realized that I might have a thought or two worth putting to pen, so to speak.

Maybe it is the fact that I have not written a thing here in nearly a lifetime, or so it seems.

Anyway, last night was the State of the Union Address and all the hoopla that goes with it. Nothing too inspiring, at least, I  perceive, to most common sensed people, of which I include myself.  As a moderate independent, to me the whole political scene is one big 8 ring circus, or is it 9?

Hell, I can't remember all the names of those in the fray.  Enough politics.

After four and a half years of putting up with Idiopathic(operative word) Autoimmune Hemolytic Anemia,  varying doses of Prednisone(between 1 & 80 mg per day), a splenectomy, over 400 blood draws, 4 transfusions(2 units each) and a roller coaster ride second to none, I may be out of the woods.  Only time will tell.  I feel good.  I have energy enough to get things done, sleeping well, holding my weight within tolerable limits and a genearl sense of well being.  It has been a LOOONNNGGG battle. Keeping the appropriate number of fingers crossed.