I feel so crappy in the morning lately. I would blame it on needing tea, but I have always had tea in the morning and it did not engender this level of unpleasantness. I ache. I think one reason may be my bed. It is a futon on the floor. It is hard. It is not comfortable, not in the least. I keep doing yoga stretches and lying on tennis balls in an effort to alleviate my aching muscles, but to little avail. It may also be that I keep staying up too late watching movies on my computer, writing, or reading books. I’ve had two books in the last week alone that I did not want to stop reading at bedtime. I kept reading on and on, well after a reasonable bedtime when I knew I had to get up early the next morning. Oh, then there was the day my dog died. This was not an easy means to relaxation, I can assure you.
So here I am this morning, sitting in my chair at my desk and my shoulders hurt, my chest hurts, my neck hurts, my lower back hurts, and my ass hurts. I am doing little stretches, but they aren’t working. I creak. My neck just cracked. I’ve got to do something about this bed, but I don’t know what. And I need to go to bed earlier. I hope this works. Feeling achy does not awaken in me a desire to get out of the bed, regardless how uncomfortable. I would rather lie there like a plum on the ground next to the tree, its bruises spreading to mush, turning into a brown and soft plum rather than a firm and purple one. I landed on a root rather than on some grass. My plum skin is withering. My insides are turning brown. My pit is sinking and shifting. Yep, that’s me, a bruised plum. Yummy.