I’m behind again due to insomnia and muscle pain—the same refrain.
XIII – DEATH
Well, I will definitely not care about leaving this body behind. I like Lunaea’s thought that when you die, the life lived in your body is complete, not a sad thing, but a completion.
Time to let something go, rise out of the pain, release what is finished.
I am working on my sketchbook today which will be nice. My arm is very sore but I shall chip away at it. I am but a ghost of my former imaginative glory, but I like to draw. I’m getting carpal tunnel flare-ups as well as tendinitis. That is tiresome.
A new day though.
Ask me if I’m thrilled. Sigh.