Cold Pizza & Tylenol

In the wee small hours of the morning, I give thanks. I give thanks for family, friends, Church staff, Church members, Nurses, Doctors, (terrified of leaving someone off the list so I apologize in advance) who have offered prayers, hot food, encouragement, plumbing expertise (yeah don't ask), visitation, childcare, ground beef, time off, groceries, fresh fruit, pizza delivery, house cleaning, & so forth & so on, during this difficult season of life. Recovery has not come nearly as quickly as we would have preferred, but make no mistake, progress is being made. At the moment, I'm taking a break from practicing. Ended up raiding some leftover pizza from the icebox. Then I took some meds. Then I suddenly realized I had just consumed my favorite breakfast during my college experience-cold pizza & acetaminophen. ;0) So grateful for leftovers that I didn't have to prepare or purchase. Tired. Finger tips on both hands are burning from mucho practicing (as most of the time it's exclusively the left hand, but tonight even my right plucking hand is throbbing-a rarity I assure you). Turning in now...after being filled with satisfactory pizza & a heart of gratitude. Thank you God for giving me just what I need.