I am in here.
It’s not necessity that’s the mother of invention — it’s desperation. And boredom, in a significant dose. Which brings me, in many connotations of that term, to Lookout Joe’s. It’s a busy morning, and I, the Gimp, have managed to coax out myself a seat on the Fluffy Green Couch. So now what do I … Continue reading the mother of…
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.
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
It would have surprised me even yesterday morning how much of an emotional drain that burying your mother is. I’d felt steady all week, after all. Everything went as planned, many people came to the mass, and even Aunt Helen and Uncle Darth were nice to me — at least, as nice as you can … Continue reading Afterwards
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