I woke up feeling pretty good today. I kind of had to rush to get ready for church, and managed to get ready in time for my ride to pick me up. I got a call about 8:15am from Kathleen, my ride, that the power went out at their place overnight, and the alarm didn't go off. They wanted to know if I wanted to go to just the church service. We usually go to a class first and then to service. I said sure, and she said that they would be by to pick me up at 10:20.

So I had some time to kill. I turned on the TV and watched some news and had a second breakfast. The first breakfast was a little light as I was rushing to get ready; a time constraint issue.

Anyway, I was watching TV and caught a commercial that had me ROFL. There was a product being pitched called Combos, some kind of bagged snack food. I wouldn't do the commercial justice by describing it here, but I'll give you the tag line; "The kind of food your Mom would feed you, if your Mom was a man." I was crying from my laughter. That got my day off with a real smile.

It was cold and rainy here today, and my body felt it after I got outside heading for church. My CPS was flaring up by the time the service started, and then the music was just too loud for me to handle. Several times during the worship, I was bent over in pain. I was a Worship Leader for two years (former church), a musician, and worked as an Audio Engineer at this church. Noise never used to bother me. Now, post-stroke, I can't handle the volume. I thought it was just me today, but Kathleen and her husband Phil, agreed with me it was exceptionally loud. I dearly love my church, but I don't know if I will be able to handle the music if it continues at this level. The music itself is good, just too amplified. Kathleen has Fybromyalgia, and she was hurting and had a headache too after leaving todays service.

So I got home after service feeling lousy. The day started off so well and I was expecting to have a good day. I rested on the couch for a bit and watched my 49'ers lose to Green Bay. I like watching sports, but I don't live or die by my favorite team's wins and losses. I started to feel better, so I again prepared some food, chicken breast with rosemary and some rice with broccoli.

After my early dinner, TV still on, I watched a Christmas movie called Mary Christmas, one of those sappy romantic made for TV movies. I don't know why, but I am a sucker for what might be termed, "Chick Flicks." I like other generes too, but if you saw my DVD collection...

Then I got laughing at one of those bizarre thoughts that crossed through my mind. I saw a TV commercial (again with the commercial) for the Clapper, the device that turns your lights on and off with the clap of your hands. I got to thinking; if I had one of these in my house, and the Clapper commercial was on TV, and the people clapped on TV to demonstrate the product, would it turn my lights on and off too?

So my day was up, down, and up again. Thank God it is ending on a high note. It is much easier to go to bed that way.