This contravenes my way of life, the daily task of list-making and ticking off items when the job is done.
The spasms mean that list-making is redundant and pain is front and center.
After a couple of days of trial and error, muscle relaxants came into my life and now I'm floating on a nice fuzzy cloud.
Before my descent into temporary misery, I took this picture of the pond and you can see where a bunny hopped past.
My "Christmas tree" is in need of a good shaking to get the weight off the branches. You're on your own,tree.
I love the patterns made by the frozen snow at the back. This is the current view from the kitchen sliders.
Since I can't deal with my lists I'm left with time to ponder this: Who is Paris Hilton and what does she do? She could do with a home-cooked meal, by the look of her.
And Tom Cruise; it seems to me that Scientology doesn't seem any nuttier than other religions or whatever they call it.
Perhaps it's time for me to cut down on the fuzzy-thought pills.
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