Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Last night I slept better than in weeks, despite my husband coming down with the stomach flu, retching and suffering diarrhea, and staying in his study after until 2:30 am.  As one gets better the other succumbs.  Then this morning I took our male dog to the vet, and he's still there getting Xrayed and checked out.  We are in a season of disability, yet I was better enough to drive the dog and take care of what needed doing.  Next I will get gas for my car, and probably shop for fruit and milk.  I hope my husband's flu is fleeting, as so far it seems to be.  It bears no resemblance to mine, and yet where could he have picked it up?  These puzzles will not be solved.  We're out of wack in this house.  We're old and crumbling.  It takes very little to disturb our bodies.  We try to have a sense of humor about it.  Each plan we make dissolves into retreat and cancelation.  Our world has shrunk.  But this too will change.  Because change changes again and again and again.  We can ride the raft bobbing up and down in the river and see where it takes us.  The other choice is to refuse to accept  vulnerability, and that leads to insanity.  I'm on the raft and the river is in charge.