I just had a great moment in a really crappy series of days and I believe that is as noteworthy, if not more so than a whole great day.

Mine involved my family, as it is likely to 99.9 percent of the time. Bed time after "new math" 4th grade edition review. My daughter likes to high five me, with some umph. It is also a measure of how she can jump.

Her pre K bound brother was about, saw the activity and wanted in. He kept stepping in front of her, cutting off her leap up in the air. She is tall, but not quite 10. I am 6'2" and my arm was fully extended.

The boy was like an air rifle range target, to Mom, drawn back to the whack of Dad's hand against his sister's.

She has patience that must come from her Mom, as she waited for him to clear out before her final run. My hands as numb as they are felt the sting after hit 3.

It was just some simple, chaotic family bed time. It was perfectly wonderful, though. Just as the five minutes down by the water before work in a gentle breeze before the chaos of the day can be.

I hope we get this thread to 25 pages of full days of glorious remission of symptoms. But sometimes it might just be a perfect breath or a nice pull off coldest, most satisfying bottle of water ever.

My hand is still a bit red.

Jon