Day twenty-three - so here it is

Another sick day, on a Monday......... Not a good start to the week. I do not have  a lot that is great on a day like today, but through all the crap there is still my wife. She is there for me and has been for a very long time. There is a THOUSAND things I could say but I can sum it up within one poem (thank you E.E. Cummings)

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in

my heart)i am never without it(anywhere

i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done

by only me is your doing,my darling)

                                                      i fear

no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want

no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)

and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows

higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

I love you!