Now that I’m living in real time, all the maladies of age are coming round.
My left leg is giving me trouble. My doctor ordered a hip x-ray. Everything looks fine.
I might need physical therapy. Epsom salt soaks is what I’m settling for right now.
On top of this, I lost my voice this past weekend. Congestion and mucus are messing things up.
I keep assuring my daughter that I will live. Though, to be honest, her need of constant care is wearing me thin.
In the past when my stress piled up like this, I’d turn to the numbers, convinced I could rewrite the code of my life. This approach just made things worse.
The other day the identity property of addition got stuck in my mind. Something plus nothing equals something was my take-away.
The good news is that I’m back where I started, which is not such a bad place to be.
Sitting outside in the sun helped my spirit. I would have liked to have gotten down in the dirt to pull weeds, but my leg will need a little more time to heal.
I don’t know why I titled this entry — Out of Sync: Never on Cue. It just felt right to me. There was no need for reason.
movingforwardslowly 