It is three am, and I am where I belong At the keyboard.
Or at least I have begun to think that is where belong. I remember shutting off the television at 11:30, part way through a Law and Order. I will never know how it came out. What happened to the juvenile offender? I left him in an adult jail, but that didn't seem right, and it was too late to stay up to find out what was going to happen to him.
I slept three hours, but then grew restless. I could go out and view the full moon. It is no doubt beautiful right now. It is Easter morning. I remember sunrise service we once went to in the mountains. That night. too, a group of us stayed up late, then drove to the San Gabriel Mountains to greet the sunrise and hold a brief outdoor service. (Then we drove home and went to bed.)
The thing that I reflect on this morning, is that I am anywhere. A few weeks ago, I was slowly bleeding to death, though I did not know it. Doctors using skills and instruments unknown when I was born, explored my insides, removed part of my gut, sewed the ends together, and and got me back on my feet... well, back in my wheelchair. That's a miracle.
And why? So I could write Dribble? There must be more than that. My dozen readers, as loyal as they are, don't really need me. I am glad they follow my adventures shopping, reminiscing, and musing the night away, but there must be a reason for my being here.
There must be some purpose for my, and all of us, being here, for our lives.
Meanwhile, just being alive is pretty wonderful.
Now, back to bed.