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Year Three, Day 277: Hitting the Floor Running

I left home at 6:20 a.m. this morning. I do better if I hit the floor running in the morning.

I was particularly happy to discover an espresso stand at the Gateway Transit Center.

I am cutting back on Lyft rides over the 205 bridge to Vancouver. Most broke am I!

I can make the trip by Max and bus if I wake up and get myself out the door in a timely manner. And the C-Tran bus in Vancouver accepts Trimet bus passes.

Aside from money saved, my attitude is better if I get moving first thing in the morning.

I spent the morning with Grace while her mom went to work meetings. Then we went out for lunch and did a bit of laundry.

I am still experiencing crippling fatigue. Perhaps a bit less today, but still - most tired am I!

As we were bringing our cart full of dirty clothes into the laundromat, I greeted the attendant, who is normally very friendly, always coming over and visiting with Baby Gracie.

But today, she barely mumbled a hello. Her eyes were glued on the bug screen television on the wall. Breaking news. Another shooting. I stood and watched silently for awhile. We exchanged looks of mutual despair.

I told my daughter about the shooting as started loading the machines. Babue Gracie was sleeping peacefully in her carseat. 

As I gazed on her precious, innocent face, my heart ached for the families of the students in Parkland, FL. 

My heart is heavy now. But more determined to be as healthy as possible in order to spend as much time as possible with my family.

We are watching the Olympics now. I am so grateful that I was able to see Savchenko and Massot skate. Even before the music started for their routine, I had a feeling they would be phenomenal.

They were. 

In a world with much suffering and horror, we are able to witness grace, beauty and the result of disciplined hard work.

I am praying for the victims of the latest shooting tonight. And for all who suffer.

But I am also whispering a prayer of gratitude for having made it this far.

Talk to you tomorrow.



P.S. Here is today's hooping video. Day 237!


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