When re-reading last night's post, it was evident that the Ativan (Lorazepam) was still working by the number if mispellings and sentences that made no sense to me this morning. Glad to have the MRI done. Will call Dr. Lukes today to ascertain we are on the surgery Tuesday as planned as I need to let my brother know if he should leave early Saturday. Two days to get the lawns mowed, gardens weeded, seeds started, and weed-whacking.
How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43) Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and Ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. -I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.