Lochac article: edited

Ack. Well, sorry about the short post yesterday. I thought I’d written more.

Some days it isn’t worth getting out of bed… This morning we awoke early to the sounds of Ken’s cell phone and my personal realisation that I was in a bit of pain. I ate something quickly, took Tylenol, and settled into a tub of warm water. Ken wasn’t so lucky. Something bad happened in Portland (I don’t feel comfortable discussing his work stuff here, but let’s just say the good news was, there wasn’t a fire)—guess where he is now? Yup. He’ll be back tomorrow, though, which makes this tolerable. Argh.

So, I’m not hurting as much now. I don’t know why mornings are so bad. I really wish this thing were over and I was back to normal. I’m a _terrible_ invalid. I want to believe that I heal instantaneously, or at least overnight. I don’t _want_ to lie on the sofa. That’s _boring_. I’ve been trying to break up the time I sit at the computer today, so maybe that’s helping. Hard to say.

When I got up, I decided going to Spinners tonight (with tonight’s meeting being in the Valley, no less) was not an option. It certainly wasn’t if Ken wasn’t here to drive me. So I had to bow out. [sigh]