Feeling miserabe and loving it

I have this terrible cold and yet I am feeling pretty good. I got up early this morning so I would be to choir by 8:00 a.m. and when I got there I could not sing at all.  I tried, but my voice was thin and cracking and raspy and just plain terrible.  On a scale of 1-10 I was a 1.  I didn't realize that it was a cold until later today.  I just thought that I had lost my talent to sing.  At least now I have hope that next week I might sing better.  (How could I not?)

I have some strange thoughts and feelings floating around inside me today.  I was at the computer goggling addresses from my mission and I actually found pictures of a couple of the places where I lived some 45 years ago.  Most are gone, but 2 jumped out at me just as I remembered them. What a strange feeling that was. So while Sheila was writing her entry I began reading my missionary journal.  I got through about the first month and it was weird.  That was me, and yet it was someone that I do not know.  It felt like another incarnation.  On December 2, 1965, I played in my first basketball game on an outdoor court and our team won 12-6.  I scored 7 of the 12.  That was in Mount Gambier, South Australia.   Goggle that!