Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Tears On My Pillow

Whatever problems we may have, eventually a new one comes along and commandeers the top spot. For me this happened nine days ago when I fell on the ice and cracked my ribs. Since then, in severe pain and unable to move in any complicated way, a secondary problem has evolved which is weight gain from lack of exercise. Throw in a few snowstorms and some zero-degree weather, and my current situation sucks so loud you can hear it. Because of this, these days my tears are all for me. As for the rest of you--homeless, jobless, friendless, infirm-- take a number.
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