I am in here.
Well, I have progress! My foot, instead of being encased in an interesting assortment of elastic bandages, cotton batting, and fiberglass, is now encased in a ski-boot thing. I’d enclose a picture but, you’ve already seen 1 picture of my foot in the moblog, and are sick of the whole thing the last time I … Continue reading Bones.
If I am to blog without telling some of the reasons I hate January, it will be exceedingly difficult to write today. The day grows longer and my foot grows better. The rest of me is becoming entirely too self-absorbed. Self-absorption, I am finding, is not cured by listening to music very loud. It is … Continue reading January
Odd thing: I spent the large part of today laying on my brand-new futon, meditating. And I was not bored. Perhaps it is the fascination of the spectacle of the Formation of the Spiritual Scabs. Sounds better than saying I was lazy. When you have a bad foot, being lazy is a proactive life choice. … Continue reading Tibia
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