I've been trying to ignore the pain in my hip for the last few days, and fairly successfully, too. But this morning about 4 a.m. it woke me up. Felt like I was being stabbed, hip and thigh. Bah, humbug.

I went for my walk anyway, but was able to do only about half the distance. I might have been able to go farther, but I thought, "What if I can't make it back?"

Which is silly, now that I come to think of it. I can always stand and rest, then resume walking. Mustn't let my fears and imaginings get the better of me.

A wise man once told me, "Live by your wits and not by your fears."

And anyway, I'm too busy to sit and worry about what might happen. Brewing coffee, then T.J.'s, then visit N, then lunch and laundry and and...

The whole day is laid out and I have taken the first step (literally as well as figuratively).

Living by my wits, not by my fears.