One Day Down, Three to Go

Friday is it, the last chemo. I might be more anxious about this upcoming final treatment than the very first one I faced on May 18. It's having the end in sight that has me irrationally waiting for the other shoe to drop. Yet, even as I type that statement, I am reminded of a verse my sweet friend Cindy shared with me: "Fear not, I am with you; be not dismayed; I am your God. I will strengthen you, and help you, and uphold you with my right hand of justice." Isaiah 41:10
I also find strength in the St. Francis DeSales quote I posted in my Sunday, Aug. 12 blog post that speaks about being at peace.

So, there, anxiety, put all that in your pipe and smoke it!

Got a late start for the park this evening. So, instead of a walk, Sedona and I put a little asphalt under the tires and went far enough out that we could really hear the singing insects and smell the damp of the farm fields and wood lots. The moon was a beautiful crescent that hung low, occasionally getting caught in the branches of the trees. It was lovely. It was lyrical. It was one of those evenings I could have driven until dawn -- wonder where I might have ended up if I'd followed that notion?!

Pic o' the Night: This image is from friend and former DNR colleague Jim McCormac's blog, ohio birds and biodiversity, which you'll want to check out if you're interested in the nature of Ohio's outdoor world.

This little insect is called a slightly musical conehead; isn't that a hoot?!