Itchy itchy itchy! I'm still pretty much hurting whenever I move, but not so much now as earlier. I exchanged the pain for some serious goofiness, and I really hate that too. I called the doc again this morning, and I was told to take an additional day off and to keep taking the pills, it takes them a while to really work. But, but, but... last time I was over it in three days! Well, OK, I *am* older now, thanx for pointing that out. However, now that I'm sitting here thinking about it, the pain is absolutely gone when I'm not moving... that's a good thing. But it's still there I'm avoiding moving as much as possible. Today's pictures are of Lacee and her dog and of Drew. I forgot to mention that my Uncle Don died a few days ago... I'm really feeling guilty for not making more of an effort to go see him when I could have. Some way or another, I was informed that life would get simpler and easier the older you got. I think maybe that's based on the assumption that as you get older, you get wiser. For those of us who just get older, life gets more hectic with every year. I guess where the wisdom comes in is that you can ignore most of the complications... but you've gotta be careful about which ones you ignore. Itch, itch, itch... bitch, bitch, bitch. 3,372,000 on bookworm. I'm exercising my head, not my body. In the Mail: On the shelf:
whenever I move.
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