Let me first say, I’m so bummed that I dropped the ball on Friday for Photo Friday… again.  I had some really good ones to share!  Hopefully I’ll have some good ones this Friday, as Thursday night is our second Diner En Blanc Philadelphia.  (!!!)

I’m not traditionally a morning person … which is odd, because I have also become not a night person (I don’t know when 9.30pm became lights out for me … and yet, it is).  But when the man and I get up during the week (at the reasonable -?- hour of six), and the day is fresh and new and sort of quiet … it’s so beautiful.  And I love taking Lucy outside, and feeling the dew on my toes, and sipping something hot.  Mornings feel clean, welcoming – bright.

I love climbing into the car, ready for the day, mind full of ‘to-dos’ and still calm.  I love my office before everyone else arrives and the lights are still out in the lobby.  Whether I meant to or not … I’ve become a morning person.

Mornings have also become one of my most challenging times.  The further into MS I wade, as I work to manage flares and figure out the magical combination of diet and medicine that works for me, mornings prove to be the time when I feel most … well, MS-y.  My muscles are stiff and walking can be challenging.  My balance is iffy.  It’s really humbling.  I want -every day- to wake up and not think about MS.  Live a normal life.  Be normal.  It hasn’t been very easy recently.  But my foot and ankle are finally healing, and we’ve gone to see new MS specialists so all I can do is keep my fingers crossed that we’re on the right path.