"On any given day, something claims our attention. Anything at all, inconsequential things. A rosebud, a misplaced hat, that sweater we liked as a child, an old Gene Pitney record. A parade of trivia with no place to go. Things that bump around in our consciousness for two or three days then go back to wherever they came from... to darkness. We've got all these wells dug in our hearts. While above the wells, birds flit back and forth."—
Haruki Murakami
Drive-by posting?
Ooh. Like that one–drive-by posting. That’s how it’s felt the past few days.
I hope you’ve been having fun and the shower was a hit
Fun is kind of a subjective word . . . but yes, it was a hit, and now I can relax, just as soon as I am able to walk again.
Yikes… definitely time for a cool chill out. These major, milestone events have a way of knocking us over. I was nearly immobile for Sylvia’s wedding – back pain like I hadn’t had in 25 years. And it’s still bugging me… Grrr…
Is that what this is? Payback for a milestone? The universe is laughing at me . . .
Oh, I wouldn’t go so hard on the universe… it’s got so much going on… perhaps not so much payback as the cost or possibly consequence… neither of which are outright malicious.
On the other hand… it would be nice to be lovingly rewarded for milestones…