My thanks to Wishcasting Wednesdays for today’s meme
What do you wish to take a break from?
I wish to take a break from darkness, heaviness, exhaustion and discouragement. Continue reading
When your toes are numb and you have a dodgy shoulder (calling sports med specialist about that today, finally) attempting to self-administer a pedicure is perhaps not a good thing. I did not cry nor did I puke when my shoulder let its displeasure be known, nor was very much blood spilled from about my toe-parts.
Thankfully Angus and Emma came to my rescue before further pedicarnage could be perpetrated – Angus snuggle-flomped into my lap, inserting his body between me and everything else, while Emma carefully inspected anything and everything in the bathroom that might have been involved in making me unhappy, then licked my face to let me know it would be all right. 185 lbs of concerned and cuddly canines in a teeny-tiny bathroom festooned lots of sharp implements somehow worked out just fine, as both dogs have a more delicate touch than I do.
Sadly, my toes are not the sparkly ruby-lacquered gems of my dreams. At least not today.
…and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well.
I started today (now yesterday) all fruminous jabbery and franxious (frazzled + anxious) and when I finally couldn’t stand the monkey poo in my head anymore I remembered that it was ok to move. Encouraged, even. The moving, not the monkey poo. I was and am tired of feeling timid about hurting some other bodypart/thing stupid, and my reluctance to breathe deeply and risk shoving my first rib into a painfully wrong space has seriously gotten in the way of killing off that timidity before it spreads to other things (like a fungus, timidity is). Continue reading