This is a morning when I probably shouldn't be writing a blog. I'm in my hermit mode and don't enjoy the company. Here are yesterday's highlights: I tried running slowly and gently on grass once again with dire results; I worked around the house and didn't have lunch but had a beer instead; when it was late and I was shaky with hunger and lousy blood sugar, I went for sushi; I came home and soon went to bed.
Fun times. I didn't sleep well as my knee was not the only thing hurting. My back was a stove up misery, too. I thought/dreamed about the pile of wood laying in the driveway and of not being able to move, of shuffling through life on a bad knee, stiff as the lumber.
There is a wedding dress shop on the Boulevard that sells wedding gowns, very expensive things by Vera Wang et. al. I want to take pictures of them. I want them to hang my photos in their store. I want this so badly that I never ask them. I'm straight up that way.
That's all I have this morning. I warned you. It is bad. I am in a dangerous way.