Muscle spasms are a pain. Literally. It’s been awhile and it snuck up on me this time. I wasn’t lifting or reaching or twisting or anything that would normally trigger back spasms. I dunno. Such is life. Thank goodness for my chiropractor! It’s been a week and I’ve had two visits for spinal adjustments, one muscle stem treatment and one traction treatment. Things are looking mucho mejor. One thing that helps a lot is a wee dram or two of The Glenlivet 12 yr old single malt in the evenings. Love the stuff. First discovered it on a First Class flight to Virginia for our 30th Anniversary and Brad’s Retirement from Law Enforcement trip. That was sixteen years ago.
Speaking of the passing of time, next year it will be 50 years since I graduated from High School. Nope. Not possible. Next month I will be 67. Nope. Not possible. This month my only child will be 44. Oh, hell no! No way that is even possible. No way our grandchildren are ages 23, 21, 18, 13, 12, 10, soon to be 8, and soon to be 9 months. OK. It’s official. Now I feel old as dirt.
I’ve been doing some knitting and reading and playing games on Pogo along with keeping up with housework and chores a little at a time and watching Dan Bongino’s podcasts on Rumble. I’m all caught up now. I’ve limited my time on social media just because I am weary of all the BS and Nonsense going on in this country today: The Biden Stooge abandoning Americans in Afghanistan and arming our enemies to the teeth; Fauci spouting more lying garbage every time he opens his mouth; the lying MSM fools who know nothing of journalism. The list goes on.
On the plus side, I’m beginning to hear, and read, about ordinary people confronting school boards and city councils about the leftist, communist practices they are trying to cram down our throats. I’m seeing where nurses, cops, firefighters and teachers are walking off the job rather than be forced to take an experimental DNA altering injection. It’s going to get better, folks. It really is. College football stadiums are filled to capacity. People are losing the face diapers. We have a long way to go and we need to work at it, but it’s happening.
I finished the heels on the Exploding TARDIS socks and have begun another pair of socks with a Clover Leaf Rib pattern that I like a lot out of some Fishknit’s Sock Yarn.
I’ve been wearing my hand-knitted socks a lot lately and it’s good to be out of the compression stockings for a change. I’ve also started some knitted dishcloths for my daughter. I have a couple of large cones of yellow cotton yarn that should make a serious stack of cloths for her kitchen.
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