Conifer

It's been a rough week for me. Flu shot on Monday left me a bit overwhelmed as my body goes into overdrive making antibodies. And a full on, wake-me-up-at-odarkthirty, keep the sick bag by the bed, take drugs and call in sick to work, migraine on Thursday. The two may be related. I hope so, I don't want random migraines back in my life, prefer to think this one was triggered by the inflammatory reaction. Also got my trigger finger injected yesterday. Since my official appointment on Monday was under Worker's Comp, and mixing it with a non-work injury confuses the issue. But the radius is well healed, and although my good right hand will never be quite as good, I'm very pleased with the healing.

Reading The Little Drummer Girl again, impressed by the wit as well as the imagery. Looked up the Munich massacre, which I remember from when I was nine, without a real understanding.

Sometimes those experiences from childhood that we take in without question, since all the world is a mystery in equal measure, never get brought out and examined later. Like pine cones. If you'd asked me if they all look alike, I probably would have said no. I've observed the variations, without wondering why. I would not have thought about how different they are, pine and fir are different, the sizes vary, the colors. I didn't know about, nor taste, pine nuts until I was in my 20s.


Learning every day.


Link to post about TMBG.