Do you ever sit and wonder about – things?
I sat and wondered all the time when I was younger, even in my late twenties. By my thirties, there was too much on my plate. But I’ve recently returned to the practice, especially now that I am heavily medicated. Oh, update: I had a partial knee replacement last week, and although this hurts as bad as the original injury in ’94 (Oh my lord, almost thirty years ago! Time flies when you’re busy avoiding life.), I think the drugs must be better this time around because I am functioning mentally, when I’m not sleeping, anyway. I’m even sitting here, returning to this blog. Yeah, it’s been a while since the last entry, but busy or just otherwise occupied has been my life for the last several months (strike that) years. And if I was sitting during that time, I was (in no particular order) a) eating; b) grading; c) watching shows on the DVR – I have come to despise regular TV; d) driving; e) sleeping; f) avoiding reading. So, now I am forced to sit. I’ve been doi...