Did you ever have a perfect day, 24 hours when everything went right? I had one yesterday, and it scared me. I woke up at seven, feeling great. That’s crazy, because if I breathe normally before my morning coffee, something’s not right.
My Dad lived a long life because he monitored his health constantly. He insisted that “Feeling good is the first sign of feeling bad.”
When I was in my 20s, 30s, and 40s, every day was sunny with no chance of storms. At age 50, I began to look for tornadoes everywhere, including in my nose and throat.
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