About 3 weeks ago, my usual life took a back seat to my current life of dealing with sciatica, which is very painful and makes it hard to walk. At first I pretty much freaked out, and over not that long a period I adapted my lifestyle to be in harmony with my environment, which as it turns out—is a small orbit. I can think of way worse things, such as commuting in traffic, attending events I wish I'd rather not be at, on and on. The small orbit is a great excuse to just 'be. And be I am. I finally ran the "washer magic" cleaner of washing machine stuff through the washer....twice. And I am almost finished with a big review of old photos, ready to send them off to Scan Cafe to be digitalized. These are projects that could have still been on my list when I died. Well, I aint going noplace except right here, making sure all the hums of the household sound about right, the sheets are clean—again—and I'm purging and having a good old time doing house things. As for the pain, I am using every pain management trick in the book, and some of them are pret-t-y pret-t-y good.
