Sunday, December 10, 2006

Fourscore - 72 years Ago

It's a day that lives in infamy.

It's a thought that permeates my dreams, and the first conscious thought of the day.

It's the number that flashes across the meter screen- 145, decent, but still indicutive of diabetes.

It's the mental calculation of how much insulin for 1/2 a large muffin plus extra, for just sitting around all morning.

It's an entire day, a year, a decade.

It's part of life.

And I plan to live it all.

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