My eyes open. I glance at the clock on my TV cable box. Okay. Only 7:20 a.m. didn’t sleep to my normal 10:30 a.m. That would mean my day of doing non-consequential self imposed tasks is not half over. The early morning is my favorite time of day. I really like waking up around 6 a.m., or even a tad earlier. The traffic noise has not yet begun. My partner is still sleeping. I am alone and I can pretend I am normal. The first foot on the floor will determine whether or not I’m normal. My MS determines for me my degree of normalcy. It changes from day to day. Will I be able to put both feet on the ground and meander to the bathroom in time? Ah, getting to the bathroom in time is another big unknown. With the MS comes the bladder issue. Not everyone has it. I have it and that is all that matters. Today was a good day. I planted both feet firmly on the ground. I was able to wobble off to the bathroom, using the walls and the furniture to assist me. I made it in time. Today will be a good day. Tomorrow it begins all over again. I wait for the first foot to display to me what my day might have in store.