Well, I feel better than I did yesterday but not quite ready to run a marathon. Funny thing about having a cold..my appetite seems to grow. I've not done much of anything today except munch. It got so bad this afternoon I made a chocolate cream pie...not that I wouldn't have even if I didn't have a cold.

The appetite is a funny thing as well. When I was having my chemo, I couldn't stand the thought of food..everything I looked at, smelled or tasted was repulsive. All I could taste really was the chemicals that were flowing through my body...a metallic taste. It took awhile for my love of food to come back.

I remember the first time I tasted something that actually tasted like it was supposed to. It was a Domino's pizza..with three kinds of meat and double cheese. I'm tellin ya...it was almost orgasmic, that first bite. I have never enjoyed a bite of food more.

It got me to thinking about all the small things we take for granted...and brother there are a lot of them. Our senses...smell, taste, touch, sight, hearing. I just wake up in the morning and assume they will all be in working order.

I start thinking about folks who don't have sight and begin to realize the value of watching the birds outside my window or seeing my granddaughter smile at me.
I think of the deaf person who will never hear a child laugh or the birds sing. The list could go on forever.

How lucky I am. Achoo! God Bless! And He does, daily.