He's a Keeper

  With health problems plaguing me as of late, I have to admit that perhaps I have not been the most congenial person on the face of the earth.  Not that things are bad, I just like to be alone when I am not feeling up to par.  Visitors sometimes can demand more happy talk than I am ready to give so I tend to "hole up" and discourage any trivial chitchat.  More oft than not, I will retreat to the kitchen in the Little Bayou House and bake.  Baking, to me, is soothing.  Of course, Son will probably gain a few extra pounds but, hey, he is young and can work it off!  

  Yesterday was one of those days. I headed to the kitchen and baked and baked and baked.  Sometimes it takes a lot of therapy to get my head back on straight!  Several times, I talked with Hubby and told him that I was just plain tired of hurting.  

  This morning, I opened the door to find a beautiful fall floral arrangement sitting on the front steps.  I had not even heard the florist that delivered the bouquet.  Yep, he's a keeper!  Mark had sent me the flowers just to lift my spirits.  Needless to say, it worked!  I felt refreshed and my spirit renewed.  All is good.  So.  What did I do now that things were set straight with my brain?  I celebrated by baking! Poor Son. He might just get tired of my form of therapy!