166. A gift worn out: me. I wish I could have energy again. I didn’t expect to feel this way at fifty-seven. Oh well.
167. A gift new: Every day I get fresh chance at feeling better. Some days I do, and some days I don’t.
168. A gift made do: dinner tonight. A little of this and a little of that put together.
Oh, poor strange looking kitty! I am a year older and know what you mean. Hard to keep up with this fast paced life sometimes. But it's still a wonderful life, just looking at it in the slow lane now. xx
Oh Karen, I should have put a caption. That's really a picture of me!