april showers bring may flowers! the flowers have arrived, some waiting to be planted. but the showers persist. the rain is not my friend. My legs do not like to move generally, but with the dampness and rain they are static characters. I must remember each day to start over, my legs need to move, and so I walk on the treadmill, let's wake up legs, I scream to them! And so it goes, again. I always must remember my blessings, after all I have legs, when I look down they are there, I am blessed... what now lord?