Most Days

Most days are not my best days, I mean I get up make the bed, to dressed, and start my day. But some days, like today, you just don’t feel it. Last night I knew it was going to be a rough day after getting my flu shot and my Covid booster. And in fact right now I’m definitely ain’t feeling it. Anyway, without giving out any details I did have to get up and get dressed to help someone out of a jam. Once part one of their two part problem was resolved I went back home. And that’s how I will leave that situation.

So as I got back to the house I finished my usual routine of taking my medicine and canceled an appointment my bride wasn’t upset to have rescheduled. So here I sit, still early in the day waiting for the meds to kick in. What a boring ass life, such a shame that I’m wasting your time telling you about it. But how else can we learn to appreciate the ordinary things in our life? There are so many moments and days I just don’t remember. I don’t remember the moment I learned to tie a shoe left handed. I don’t remember the first moment where I learned to spell my name.

But I do remember the pain and shame of being bullied. The embarrassment of being conned and taken advantage of by someone I trusted. It’s funny how all those incidents come up yet most of the moments of ordinary joy seem to be erased. Is it that little almond shaped organ at the base of our brain that does that? Me and that little thing were best buddies for a long time, when I was under the enslavement of Panic Disorder. And every so often it still likes to rear it’s sneaky little almond shaped head. I saw it for a moment in the eyes of those I helped this morning. But being the stoic old goat that I am, I kept my cool. So is there and moral to all this? Hell, I don’t know. Other than to say, appreciate what you have and hold on to the happy memories.

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