Joe tells me is my body's way of wanting to replace the blood loss, but my strength was back up so I really didn't really care why. Yea! Joe had been in and put a clean bandage on my arm, saying the wounds were healing fine. I had to start physical therapy so I could get the strength back, then I could go on the next trip to town. Being restricted to bed for a while did it for me as far as resting went. I was ready to do something. Mason spent the morning at the little table in the camper drinking coffee with me. It was nice and cozy, quiet like and we didn't have to raise our voices to be heard. We talked about nothing really, just spent some quality time together. I think we're going to make a habit out that. It was just plain nice. When we walked to the cabin for breakfast, our footsteps made little puffs of dust as we walked. The birds were happy to see us today as were the clouds as they skipped across the light blue sky. The air was fresh and clean with just a hint of chill but not enough to put a sweater on and I felt content for the first time since losing the lodge.
