I’ve felt so good since I got here in midsummer, and better still since I started paying attention to things like more fiber and less gluten. Of course the lack of work stress was even more important in terms of wellness. So it came as a surprise today to hit the wall and feel the muscles that run from my left shoulder up into my neck knot again. I don’t know why.

I took the naproxen and got under the covers for a fatnap and got up some hours later and took another dose and drank another pot, and it worked. I’m back toward better. The weekend begins. There is still much work to do and some of it is belated.

The badness wrapped around itself. I put off writing this because I want my writing to be good and interesting and compelling, and the two paragraphs above are not that.

But Spilling is about the truth of a day in the moment.

This is the work. This is the work. You do what you can and stay true, even when it doesn’t make you look good, strong, beautiful, or in control.

Enough.

Forward.