Monday August 29, 2005
We have an arrangement, me and my legs. They hurt, and I let them. Mostly we follow our separate desires amicably. Sometimes they have to work at my bidding whether they like it or not. Now and again I have no choice but to suspend activity while they go through a hissy fit.
These past couple of days, they’ve had their way with me, climaxing yesterday and easing slowly today. I suspect I’ll bounce back tomorrow but today, well, it’s not been one of my best. There’s a weariness attendant upon constant pain, not to be over-stated, or allowed to dominate one’s life, but it is necessary to be realistic at times, and give the body time to repair and adjust.
So Dolly and I have done a lot of pillow consultation. She waits for me to wriggle and turn until I find a supportable posture, then she snuggles up and we drift away. Dolly works on the principle that no self-respecting cat needs an excuse for a good sleep. I work on the less noble maxim that you don’t hurt when you’re asleep. We get through.
It’s a little frustrating, though. I’d planned on a two or three day intensive house and garden cleaning project and now I’ve lost most of it. Hey ho. Tomorrow I go to Boston to deliver the letter sacking our present estate agent. I’m quite looking forward to that. It’s been a long time since I fired anyone.
Anger in the evening