Morning Rituals

I used to have rituals that I followed daily before I started my
travel life in nursing.  So I'm starting afresh with my morning
ritual of drinking a cup of hot tea with a touch of agave nectar
in it.  Tea drinking, for me, is a time of solitude, time to pen
thoughts to paper (or computer in this case).  And a time to
loosely map out my day.  My daughter is coming over today
to help me plant my seeds and replant plants that have grown
out of their containers.

If I get anything further done--well, dealing with auto-immune
diseases that leaves one exhausted all the time--so I try to keep
my goals small and not over-reach.  If I get more done, that's a
bonus.

I bought 2 mugs yesterday.  The one I'm drinking from has
"Embrace Each Day" on the front.  And a picture of a
chicken.   I declare myself hopeless.

 I have been looking for my father's family members to see
if clues regarding this auto-immune process might be held
there.  I truly didn't give the lack of a father  in the home much
thought until this auto-immune stuff wreaked havoc on my life.
Now I know a great deal about my mother's side of my family
but nearly zip about my father's side.  I am going to re-do the
search based on his last marriage and last child.  Maybe that
will shed some light on his family.

All for now.

Kate Thorn