Who enjoys rolling up a sleeve on a freezing Tuesday morning so that someone can stick a needle in it and suck blood out of a vein?
I don’t mind it. It's for a physical, so they need the juice. And the people at the Quest lab are remarkably friendly at what some consider an awful hour ( 7 AM) and in no time at all, I'll be tuckering down to a great breakfast as soon as I cook it.
On my way out, two ladies were sitting in the waiting room, so I chatted with them. I'm an irrepressible chatterbox. And one of them said to me, as I donned my hoodie (Alabama) and cap (Orioles), "Have a blessed day!"
Well, ma'am, thank you for that! I am fortunate to be blessed. I look at my life and I can't help but be grateful for all my blessings! I have love (the greatest and most patient wife, friends and family), health (thanks in part to a tremendous squad of doctors and my own stubbornness), a marvelous house (come see our new front door latch, expertly installed by Easter Lock & Key!) and all the happiness this old heart can hold.
And laughter. What a blessing that is. Did you hear the one about the old man and his blog?
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