Stuck

Today would not move, no matter how hard we pushed. Everything sticky. Finally called home, and requested a meal, and when asked for a suggestion, I offered, "stew." D took this idea, and made a spicy, flavorful meal with peppers and... well, everything else, really. He's found a real talent for stew and chili. We are now savoring the panettoni we got last week. Remembering Mrs. Rizzardi, my adopted next door Italian grandmother. Finally appreciating the less sugared treats she once offered, that I would now adore.

Reading about concussions in student athletes, the need for giving them cognitive time as well as physical recuperation. And I kept thinking about my childhood concussion, the teeter-totter, as well as my migraines. Mouth hurts from the retainer, coping. Reminding me also of my time in braces, and how it helped with the headaches. Have not had one of those in the past year. Headaches, sure, but no migraines. Taking an hour or two out of the retainer for my sanity. So hard to enunciate around it. I can do it, but it tires me the fuckout.


Dearest friend seems to be up for forgetting and calling it an anomaly. Still raw, both. Hopeful.