I admit that the stress level I carry with me daily is high. I won’t explain why. I know for the most of you; you don’t need an explanation.
There is Al’s bedroom filled with a powerful illness, lots of vintage cars and plenty of coca cola items.
Then there is the rest of the house where I try to keep it peaceful and serene. I struggle to rid the stress. I have a hard time but I do survive through many prayers and my own handy work at feeling like I am not living in a sick house.
So here are a few photos I took tonight to let you see how I try to relax.