Veronica Boulden

A needle-sharp pain in the bottom of my foot kept me awake for an unknown period of time last night. And it was bothering me periodically throughout the morning hours, too, so much so that I actually cried out once while sipping my coffee and saying my prayers. My daughter, moving around the same rooms on that floor of the house, even asked, "Mom, Are you alright?"  Apparently, the inflammation due to Lyme has migrated to the bottom of my right foot. But I put on my sneakers a few hours later and went for my planned walk anyway, determined to follow my very gentle exercise plan, since I find that I am finally strong enough to exercise again. But I also have asthma now, which is also likely due to the inflammation due to Lyme, so walking outside is more like swimming now. The humidity is high and with asthma, I feel the moisture keenly. We are all moving and breathing underwater every moment of the day.  But I pushed myself forward and pushed play on my current audio book: The

 Adele and I went strawberry picking on the very last day of the season. We had been traveling and so we weren't here to pick sooner.  It was just she and I because Avril was on a mission's trip and Norah was at work.  The berries were so ripe they were bursting in our hands. Then we made and canned a bunch of jam.