Oh, therapy here we come. We’re practically barreling over the hill at the idea of it.
I hardly want to post today at all. It is late. I am so tired I’m bright-eyed and awake.
Last night what sleep I slept was very poorly wrought. That’s not really what I mean. What I mean to say was I couldn’t sleep because it fucking hurt to move. To shift a hip. To bend a knee. Somehow, I’ve pulled a muscle and last night became well acquainted with how important your butt is to every other movement your body needs to make.
Now, sitting here, I’m quite pleased with how I am going to get to actually fall into REM sleep, actual rest is going to occur, not just the facsimile. I am going to need it as tomorrow…I am told which thankfully, I accidentally, learned today, that the boss will be changing.
Everything changing. Everything always changing.