Don't count the days - make the days count. What a good way of living - making each day count. I have been thinking quite a lot about September - for a long time it has been the start of the new year - a new school year and a new start. How will my life be different in September - will it be a new start? I miss order in my days and I miss working. I know I don't have enough energy to work and I am not dependable enough to take on anything where I need to be relied on to turn up. My days remain up and down. I am thankful that I can 'take to my bed' when necessary although this does happen less often now. My mornings are usually slow and I certainly couldn't cope with the stresses of busy days every day. I avoid stress when ever possible. I have started to write - I am not sure where it will lead but I have a story to tell. Maybe it will just be for my family. It speaks of illness and recovery and a hand held so very tightly throughout by the creator of the world, of family and friends who supported and loved . It speaks of the scary world of cancer and the silent world of dialysis. And it speaks of making days count whatever your circumstances - joy found everywhere. Maybe that is my September plan? 

Today - more painting (I am nearly finished), helping a friend sort, putting away the ironing(I hate that job) and maybe a little reading in the sunshine (if we have any).