Once again, I vowed not to fall behind... and once again, life and cardiac rehab intervened. When I had my heart re-repaired I figured that I'd be fine in a week—something like, for example, having my tonsils removed or a modest mole excised. But if wasn't that easy, and getting everything done that was truly necessary—forget about desirable—has taken so long that I have scant time or energy for anything fun, like photographing the natural world and writing about my discoveries. It's honestly painful and deflating. This morning, however, as I dragged myself out of bed, made coffee, and tried to figure out what I could accomplish, the sun came up golden and optimistic. I still felt slow. My shoulder incision still hurt. I remained on restricted weight lifting on my left side. I continued to be nervous about my new pacemaker going off at an inopportune time. Ah, but the warm coffee was delicious... as was the shimmering sunrise. I guess there's hope.