Spring Planting Moon
I apologize for the long series of posts on my back and my shoulder and my angst. In part they come because this blog has replaced my long habit of keeping written journals, so you get what happens, if you’re a reader here.
In part they come because they track my progress (regress? slide? decline?) into the later years when the body repairs itself less quickly. In part they come, mostly they come, because they are what is foremost to me at the moment.
Still, I know such posts can turn off readers who also suffer from their aches and pains, their own flurries of difficult to handle matters, their own angst. All I can say is that this an ancientrail, too, one followed by so many, most, maybe, probably by all. So it is not about me I write, but us inflected at the moment by an Oklahoma born, Indiana raised, Minnesota preferred man and his 66 year old body.
Though my back feels somewhat better I am now weary, tired from the last week plus, probably allowing myself to be tired because Kate’s on her way home. Now I will be able to focus on recovering, not recovering, reinjuring and managing. Looking forward to it.
