One more Sunday
It is so funny how life is and works for my mind was mush without the dog and I have no problem putting my thoughts on paper but I have a hell of a time putting it on the computer. I sure wish my scanner knew how to read my nasty hand writing and turn it into typed characters. That isn't a real easy job but one day I am going to have to let you see all the writings I have. The pile is at least 2 inches high now and growing.
I have been writing one book and now one afternoon I woke from a nap and my life and the crazy things that have happened to me I decided to mix it into a detective or mystery story and the words just seem to flow out of my fingers. I do believe that I will have another great book for all of you to read once my autobiography is on the shelves.
When I began writing my biography last year in April who would think a year of writing would take 6 months for the editor to begin my journey into a nightmare that will probably take another year for me to have my first draft and then when I do the re-write and the book is complete the world of editing will begin all over again but in the mean time I have to go on living and enjoying every second I can. I love life and every little bundle or package that is waiting for me to open into an incredible adventure.that will be living in Florida.
Well my dear and wonderful readers I will have to say good day for this Sunday but remember I am trying always to think and look for words of wisdom for your interest. I am going to end this blog with an incredible piece of writing I had a look at last night. I pray you enjoy it as much as I did.
"Do but consider what an excellent thing sleep is: It is so inestimable a jewel that, if a tyrant would give his ccrown for an hour's slumber, it cannot be brought: Of so beautiful a shape is it, that though a man lie with an empress, his heart cannot beat quiet till he leave her embracements to be at rest with the other: Yea so greatly indebted are we to this kinsmen of death that we owe the better tributary, half of our life to him: And there is good cause why we should do so: For sleep is the golden chain that ties health and our bodies together: Who complains of want? of wounds: of cares? of great men's oppressions? of captivity? Whilst he sleepeth? Beggars in their beds take as much pleasure as kings: Can we therefore surfeit on this delicate ambrosia?
Written by: Thomas Dekker

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