Amkle Diary Day 9

It hasn't gone as well as I expected. The last two days have been my lost weekend, slept all day couldn't sleep at night. Pain pills around 2 a.m., woke up groggy at 7 a.m., laid here in a daze till noon.

Slugged downstairs for food and bathroom then back up, sleep some more, so out of shape that I often have to rest between on landings between floors, crushed glass in my knees, the jarring of jumping and bumping makes my ankle hurt, think I can feel the metal in it...

...wondering how I'll get the house cleaned before my sister arrives, words with friends, alternating between sweating and freezing, haven't been outside in days, don't hear from neighbors or work, one get well card from my daughter, missing my dog till i cry. Haven't been interested in reading a book or watching or movie or doing desk work. It looks gorgeous out.

I'm supposed to be working on the master plan. Its only for six weeks I'm told and I know I should be making the best of it. I had every intention of making the best of it. Looking forward to making the best of it.

Soon the flowers in the neighbors yard will start changing heights.

Part 2


As the opiates gradually ebb from my body I realize I've been in a glumfest when actually Ive had some great incentives. I'll be getting fresh, local organic produce and eggs from the good folks at Sunnyside Farms in Pa. The NOLA Jazz fest has an incredible lineup. And although I won't be going I can still dream about it, and hope at least some of my good buddies in San Fran will be attending and sending back reports.

I tried to listen to Joan of Arc last night by Donald Spoto but I kept falling asleep.

My attention span still hasn't returned although I tried reading Etta, a historical novelization of the life of Etta Place. Lots of great great DVDs lined up: Treme, Justified, Downton Abby.