Where would I be without my witty, understanding, caring, and brilliant Smartie friends? I shudder to think. In my best "Scarlett," accent (none too spiffy) "Why bless your hearts, each and every one of you." That said, rest assured I didn't tear down the drapes to make a green velvet dress. Who knows though, it could happen tomorrow, though I only have blinds here.
I'm a bit better thanks to going for a much needed back massage and meeting up with on old friend for ice-cream at a local marina with a boardwalk. No tricky, sand walk needed to watch the waves, hear the gulls and drool over the gorgeous yachts.
Still, what's puzzling is the arrival of this spiritual malaise on the heels of a very good week with many important milestones. It certainly didn't help that I slept poorly (on the sofa, unintentionally) woke with a rather swollen, super stiff knee for reasons unknown. Did I sleep *wrong* as someone said? Probably. I've actually had a few good *wake-ups* in the past week, but this definitely wasn't one of them.
My knee just feels blah, or in professional medical lingo, *oogie.* I don't have any sharp pain, just a feeling I can only describe as influenza of the knee. It's hard to define, but annoying, disturbing and I'm tired of it. I think it hit my brain as well, if not, certainly my emotions. If I thought it would remain in this state for the next year, I think I'd amputate. Logically, of course I know it will not. Intellectually, I know it will improve, but I just wasn't buying that on an emotional level this morning. I felt exactly as I had written, overwhelmed by that big, blank canvas of what the next 10-12 months might or might not bring.
Since my crystal ball hasn't functioned properly in at least 50 years, perhaps I should adapt the Aymara perception of time. clearly, they're onto something other than coca leaves.:rolleyes: