I did not realize that I haven't updated in a week. This just fiurther confirms how time has a way of quickly escaping when we become older.

The MRI went fine, but because I have claustrphobia, it was far from being a picnic. Our little town uses a mobile unit and is here on Tuesday and Thursday. There is no sedation nor music to drown out the loud thumping and banging of the machine. When I first entered the tube (or tomb, as it should be correctly named), I felt like I was being buried alive and I had such an urge to tell the technician that I couldn't do it. That I wanted out NOW. I used a little mind control and put myself somewhere else and that helped.

So, now I'm waiting for the results, which I thought maybe would be some time this week. At least, I hope so. The waiting is difficult and time certainly does not go fast enough when waiting for news. I'm really confident that everything will come back normal. I've been feeling okay, but still have times when I become off-balance, for no apparent reason.

I had a lovely visit from Sparkle and Whisper of the Heart and it was so nice to read their comments. Btw, I named one of my dogs "Whisper" whom was a stray a couple of years ago.

It snowed yesterday. And today. I want to be able to go outside and get my hands dirty in the soil, but one only knows how soon that will be. Crazy weather everywhere, it seems.

To be continued....