About three summers ago, I tore my Achilles' Tendon. I was jumping in the pool and, as I lept up over the water, I felt something go "pop!" inside my leg. I had a very Wile E. Coyote moment of hovering above the water and thinking "well, what the Hell do I do now?" I hit the water, made my way to the shallow end, got out of the pool and thought "maybe this is just a Charley Horse -- maybe I can just walk it off." Nope. I spent the next month on crutches, being driven to work by my Dad, and feeling like I had a Charley Horse 24/7. Now every time I get a Charley Horse, I think "oh please ... I do not want to go through that again!"
On a complete tangent, for two days now I haven't been able to get the old MC 900ft Jesus song "If I Only Had A Brain" out of my head. I have a copy of it somewhere on a tape that bishopjoey made for me once upon a time -- I should really track that down. The only problem is that the tape deck in my car has been acting hinkey -- I hope it's just because of the unrelenting heat, but I'm not overly optimistic.
Also, that big plan to quit smoking today? Scrapped. I don't feel motivated. I just don't. So, like so many things lately, I've given myself permission to do it in whatever way feels right for me. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe next week. Maybe one of these days.
And thanks to _aqualung_ for another lovely night out. It's good to be reminded that I have friends.