|Deep breaths. Deep breaths. Deep breaths.|
It's not fun when you start off the day with a back/hip that won't cooperate with your movements. Very annoying to have a little ache that sits there waiting for you to make the wrong move so that it can pounce and cause all kinds of problems. Little shit. The next thing I have to do is to feed the little monster, and take care of his big shit. Well, okay, he's not a little monster, but he can be monsterish - call it instinct, call it whatever you want, but it still means I have to use the reluctant hip/back to feed him, and run around with him so that he'll settle down when I go into work.
|A sleeping monster is still a monster.|
|I suppose it did double from the hovel|
But it's not all about money either. It's also about finding ways to keep going on and not being afraid of what is to come. So with that in mind, despite all the palaver, mean-spiritedness and cruelty that goes on around the world - from the raw to the sophisticated forms of oppressing one another - I will have to get on the bike and keep moving to prevent the joints from seizing up and bringing me to a complete halt.
|The annual Being at Odds|