Again, my apologies for the blogging drought
, but the vacation came with assorted pulled muscles in my legs and in my groin [OUCH, DAMMIT!!!] and has finished off with prolonged pain in my knees and feet. As I've mentioned before, I find it next to impossible to write when I am only slightly uncomfortable; how much more impossible, if there are in fact degrees of impossibility--you would think not, that being impossible, like being unique, pregnant, or dead, is an absolute condition devoid of gradation; then it is for me to write when I am not slightly uncomfortable, but in more or less constant pain. I do, however, have something on the griddle and I will be posting the thing here just as soon as I finish it, which, as always, depends on how long the ibuprofen holds out. I trust that everyone is doing well today and that you and yours are in the very best of health.
Labels: excuses, pain, Roberta Vasquez, writing