I’ve not been able to pick up my knitting in days, to my dismay. Well, I could have picked it up, but I couldn’t really do anything with it — all my joints are angry right now. I’m not even sure why — could it just be the relative humidity combined with that whole aging thing? And okay, perhaps they don’t hurt per se, but most of them feel rather weak and wobbly.
It’s frustrating, to say the least. I’m having to ration my typing after a fashion; I picked the perfect time to switch to posting here every other day for the time being in that regard. It makes me feel hella old though. Even knowing the sister after me has been dealing with arthritis and scoliosis since she was a kiddo, me and my rubber joints have been largely unaffected. And really, I can move and do things just fine for the most part, as long as I don’t ignore my body’s commentary on what is about to tip over into Painsville. And hey, at least I’m really low energy right now, so that helps remind me to take it easy! Yeah yeah, I’m the master of pulling the bright side out of the darkest clouds — it’s what keeps me sane.
So yeah, I’m still in good spirits. It feels admittedly fragile, like it could all shatter around me, but I’m doing my best to not let my thoughts stray into dark places. One day at a time continues to be the ideal modus operandi — es mejor que nada (it’s better than nothing)!
Back to caffeine and being floppy. I hope everyone has been having a pleasant weekend.