The 18th through the 20th of December was a fine early Christmas celebration at our house. The day afterwards, despite having gotten the flu shot (I try to be first in line, I am such a believer), I came down with a non-bacterial bug that lasted 2 1/2 weeks. Along with that enervating problem, bronchitis, I had pills for some minor double skin surgery and wounds to heal. I don't suppose I thought it was "the end," but when I finally got well, I was so overcome with gratitude that the entire world was Spring again. I loved and appreciated breathing, walking and looking...just being alive, often what is so easy to take for granted. Thus, I sewed in the journal quilt, the black shade's being lifted on the short dark window of my life...a special memorable incident!