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Huh. Came across:
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which I'd imagined must have existed back when I thought posting images of writings on 3x5 cards was a fun and/or worthwhile thing to do.
Of late, posting in any form feels more like caving into an addiction: the buzz is no longer palpable, yet doth fear of missing out on the possibility of it happening again taunt.
On the reading side, I'm increasingly getting no more than a couple paragraphs into chance-upon's before realizing initial excitement was mostly my imagining possibilities again.
Oh well, right?
Meanwhile, I'm a bit hobbled from gout the last few days, first in a hand knuckle, and now the right side of the right knee.
Given it's on the heels of having watched that ridiculous presidential "debate", and then performed at a senior center, I can't help but wonder - aka weirdly conspiracy theorize - if there's a communicable factor to it, at least mentally in a way that drives increased self-fulfilling odds.
Anyway, it's bad timing given we're attempting to move into a new dwelling. Hop-Along-Inquiry's not going to be nearly as effective as usual in lift/carry/place operations.
For me, the chance of gout is increased by over-working previously injured joints. I'd switched to using the screwdriver in the left hand during some major league furniture assembly last week, and surely enough did the aforementioned knuckle wind up paying for it. I'm pretty sure the knee is related to kneeling too long in a Catholic church yesterday (prior to a baptismal ceremony) due to the holier-than-thou guy behind me lingering in his show-off faux subservience position way too long, with his arms so extended into my pew space that I felt I had to wait him out instead of simply too-fucking-bad-saint-asshole back into the seating position more appropriate for a body my age that doesn't practice kneeling on a regular basis.
It rather plays into my having whined to my wife in advance about feeling there was way too much "for appearances sake" going on in our attendance. And having once been a fundamentalist with some halfway decent bible verse memory lingering, "I had my reward" in putting on a show for others by doing all that sit-kneel-stand-repeat shit in uncomfortable clothes/shoes. But I know waaaaaay better than to press that point today, 'cuz the doghouse ain't too joint and inflammation friendly a place either.
I am pretty grateful that I logged an extra 90 minutes of sleep after she rubbed some CBD lotion hocus pocus into the affected area at 3:30am. It accomplished next to nothing physically, but it was reassuring to experience my antics having not driven her away yet.
So, what up, peeps? I mean, I get the reasoning behind smol-dolatry, but I swear smol mimics morgue more than any other venue more often than not.
I imagine even snails perplexed at the sight of it....