The Timing of the Universe

**I choose to not make a part of this blog an elaboration on what ails me. In this instance, I want to share a special gift, and what makes it even more special. Thanks for indulging me.**

I was home from work early yesterday. I had a yearly eye doctor's appointment yesterday at noon, and about 9:30, started a migraine. I rode my bike to work, so there was that, too.

Blech, blech, and double blech. What to do? Cancel the appointment? See how bad this was going to be? Call Wonderful Guy?

I decided to wait the first symptoms out, take ibuprofen instead of the 'big guns' (which I think sometimes throws me for more of a loop than the migraine), and wait to call Wonderful Guy.

I made it. I rode to the eye doctor. The exercise and fresh air helped. I scrunched up and worked my way through all their wierd light torture devices.

And I rode on home, and sort of took it easy, sort of, the rest of the afternoon and evening. I did get the last two clumps of iris dug. Gold stars!

I was home from work early today as well. I had a ...'procedure'... this afternoon. It is common enough, a needle biopsy, but my first, and I was a bit apprehensive. (Migraine, anyone?) I fully expect the results to be normal...but still...I was unsure of what to expect. (I mean, what if something went awry and...and...I deflated!)

So I get home (rode my bike again today. I'm at 700 miles for the summer as of today.) and I was fixing a bite before I head over for the ...'procedure'...(a yummy BLT, by the way, with my wonderful tomatoes!), when a package is delivered. Wonderful Guy often recieves his stuff delivered, and I am not expecting anything, so I continued to eat. But it is for me.

In the midst of my anxiety, I recieve a totally-unlooked-for gift from a old friend I worked with over 10 years ago while I lived in Missouri. We email now and again, exchange Christmas cards, and everytime I decorate my Christmas tree, I think of her because I have so many ornaments she and her sister made to sell...and I bought. She is really such a creative soul.

I sent her photos of Grandbebe Girl in her Miss Muffett in Blue. Look what she did. She had a card made....


And a gift....

Of some gourmet brownies...

Without knowing anything about what was going on. And the package showed up today.

The timing of the universe is impeccable.

And when I can go with it, life is just so much smoother.