Quiet time after the frenzy ( part two)

was eight years old.I enjoyed trawling thru the bumps,scratches and various infections of my childhood;and I marveled at the speed of my recovery back in those long lost,and largely forgotten days of uncomplicated bliss.Suitably fortified by the expedition thru my youth,I then returned home exhausted and drained by the efforts of my day,retiring early after dinner for some much needed rest in the arms of Morpheus,who has become a much loved,and much needed ally and friend of recent times.This morning,I ache,and my breathing which was labored upon rising,has settled somewhat,and once again I am so grateful for the simple joy of being able to inhale and exhale that so many take for granted.It is now 10:15am,and I seem to have been here forever,but I have enjoyed being able to put my inane ramblings into words.Perhaps I should collect said ramblings and attempt to publish them?,I don't know,but it is something to toy with in moments of solitude.I will call it,"Ramblings of a Demented Soul",that appeals to my dry,if somewhat morbid at times,sense of humor.well,journal,I must once again venture into the world at large,my day consisting of various mood swings which,although I have come to expect,still catch me by surprise every time;and foraging for reasons why I should remain a part of this world despite my reluctance to do so.