Having some momentary self-pity, trying to hold steady until it passes. It always does.

For various reasons, I haven't seen my college-age granddaughter for several weeks...she called me, excited that she has an opportunity to be about a half hour away tomorrow (she doesn't have a car) and extended an invitation for me to join her at the lake, meet her new fella, scarf down a hamburger.

Nothing like a slap in the face from Reality to rock your day. It's going to be late in the afternoon, when I'm already circling the drain. It's going to be in the upper 80's. The camp is down a grassy slope from the driveway (I'll need assistance at best). I've been having tummy troubles. And so on, ad infinitum.

Will I go? I'll sure try. You make adjustments. It's just that you never know when MS is going to smack you suddenly and hard with a reminder of what life's about these days. Stink.