Still

Even when I get plenty of sleep I still come home so tired.

I am still waiting for my insurance to approve my PET scan so we can move forward.

I still have to figure out what is for dinner.

It is still really hot (recess duty in the upper 90s isn't anyone's favorite).

Children still bring you sickness.  Miriam has a full on cold and my immune system is weak.  I came home with a sore throat and a knot in my stomach about it.

I am still trying to get through one day at a time.

I still have good books to read.

My chair is still comfortable and so is my bed.

Our fridge is still working since Mark and Adam fixed it.

I'm still praying, but I think my prayers have shifted a little.  Instead of begging please please I can't, I'm saying, OK, but please help me.

Still.