As I Was Turning a Corner . . . (LynnK)

. . . I ran into a wall.

After three days of feeling pretty good (and sleeping at night!), I let myself think the Shingles had about finished having its wicked way with me.

Seems not. Yesterday they slammed me again, and I’m back to where I was...in pain, sleepless, and useless. Bummer.

I’d even made a list of things I could finally do again. After six weeks away, I meant to go to choir rehearsal last night. Couldn’t make it. I wanted to call Earthlink and Time Warner to straighten out a problem. Can’t say I mind putting that off.

And as warm weather settles over us here in San Diego, I intended to start in again with water aerobics. Not the high intensity classes, though. Not yet. When I’m up to it, I’ll begin humbly with the morning group until I’m back in shape.

One side effect of this miserable experience has been virtual immobility, which has led inevitably to ze gaining of ze weight. I certainly haven’t been indulging myself overmuch, but the pounds have crept upon me and must be whittled off with exercise. That, too, it seems, will have to weight . . . er, wait.

Yesterday I tottered next door and took a picture of the "progress" underway at the Construction Project from Hell (2004-2008 and counting).

They’re actually building something now, the new rooms that will be part of the Bed and Breakfast when/if the place ever gets finished. Meantime, the Historic Building at the center of this preservation project looks pretty much as it has for the past four years, at least on the outside. I heard they installed an elevator.

Today I’m feeling kind of like that derelict building, boarded up and decrepit. All around it, the world goes on, but its own existence never improves. And yes, I’m feeling mighty low this morning. But I’ll scramble up again. As the Philosopher reminds us, "Oh, well."

I do have work that can’t be put off. Next Thursday I begin teaching a two-week online writing class, and lessons must be prepared. This will keep me out of trouble for a while.

And to lift my spirits, I think I’ll zap over to Kiva and fund another microloan.
http://www.kiva.org/

Kiva’s motto is: "Loans that change lives." So while I can’t do much about my own life at the moment, I’ll go to work on someone else’s!