"Wednesday, Wednesday"

There's so much to put in this post.

First I will tell you the sad part.  A few days ago an old friend reported his wife missing.  Day before last she was finally found.  She was dead.  She took her own life in a Walmart parking lot.  It's a horror story.  My heart aches for her husband and family, and I have said many prayers for them.

The happy part is I found this COMPLETELY AWESOME TUMBLR.

The mediocre part is that I've been really busy.  I swear the universe will leave me bored, lonely, and idle for months at a time, and then one day I wake up and life tries to CRAM all of the missed opportunities and chores and experiences into one frigging day.  Too much happening at once.

So today I am chillin.  I slept till 11 and I have just been staring at the computer tying up a few loose ends and plucking hanging chads.  There are about 500 bazillion things I want to do today that are fun and require little or no physical activity on my part.

I've also acquired a new physical ailment to add to my growing collection.  I have developed what appears to be Plantar Fasciitis.  (My heels are fascists, apparently.)  Actually its inflammation of the connective tissue that wraps under and up my heels caused by microscopic tears in the tissues.  It's probably because I'm carrying around extra weight, but that's a little disturbing since I've lost 20 pounds over the last several months.  In any case, it hurts like the dickens when I walk.  I am supposed to stay off my feet for a week and do stretches and take ibuprofen until it (hopefully) goes away.  I've had foot and ankle problems for a long time.  I injured my heel several years ago and it caused extreme chronic pain until I started using a special heating pad on it.  I also have "trick ankles" inherited from my dad which occasionally buckle for no reason and cause severe sprains, and when I was in Seattle I fell down some stairs and broke a bone in my foot that still aches when it rains.  But I have very pretty feet, at least in shape.  They have extremely high arches and finely sculpted bones that any ballerina would envy.  But I'm thinking of binding them up permanently in bandages to avert future injuries.

I've also discovered something about myself...  I'm a hippie.  It's something that has happened over time, gradually.  The seeds were always there but now my flower child is in full bloom.  Exhibit A: My crafts business.  Exhibit B:  My dislike of constrictive clothing.  Exhibit C:  My lack of appropriate personal hygiene.   Exhibit D:  My liberal politics.  Exhibit E:  My inexplicable feeling of brotherly love and generosity toward my fellow humans.  Exhibit F:  My lack of a job.  The only thing I don't have?  A drug habit and a VW.