Dear Friend:
It is again that time. Fess up time. The time to take account of the good the bad and the ugly. Won't you follow me to the confessional?
It has been five straight days of yoga, a gazillion eye drops, more impeachment hearings than I can recall the number - maybe 5? And it has been 1 week since my last confession.
Tonight as I left work downtown the sky was buffeted with dark pillows. It was a sight most surreal.
I wanted to just stand and look at it but I had not been feeling well all day, was already leaving late and I the desire to get home won out.
It's my 5th straight day of yoga tonight, even as I don't feel well. It's the coughy - runny stuff. I confess that I would like to stay home tomorrow but we will see how I am in the morning. I have started some Clairton - D so maybe that will help. The coughing has brought on chest pain.
I was telling someone the other day that it did not know if yoga was making me a better writer, but it sure was making me a less stressed writer. I am hoping that over time that will translate into better writing. I confess that hope is a good thing.
This past week I have been spotty as far as writing. No, I confess I have not written daily. This is the ugly truth. I say that because I know all too well how important it is to do so. I do have a new draft that I will need to work on more, so this has not been a total loss of a week.
My cataract surgery is, of course, all history now. Still pushing the eyedrops as I have been instructed to do. My eyes will still need some correction adjustment but they will take a look next month to see what my vision is like. My vision is brighter. I suspect I will still be wearing glasses but they will be different from what I am wearing presently. I have noticed that I have not been squinting so much on the computer at work.
I am looking forward to a Mala making class this weekend. I also got out my manuscript draft tonight and left it on my desk to start toying with this week so I guess I have some things to look forward to.
Until next time - be safe and live poetically!
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