Baby cottontails zipped through the lush green super-soaked mountain grass early this morning as I bounced down the road to 6 a.m. yoga class.  I love early mornings but they seemed somehow more infused these past few days because I woke symptom-free after three full weeks of the super crud.  I hardly ever get that sick – boy howdy.

So the day before yesterday a grandiose sunrise smiled bright into my soul without any phlegm or crud dimming its rays.  Yesterday and today is overcast and wet…wet…WET but the sound of rain on my tin roof comforts like a purring cat.  Nothing can dampen the joy I feel as my health returns.