Just when it seems like I might get a break it just keeps adding on. More and more and more.
Some things appear to be on the surface as choice. They’re not. They are required by something down in the belief system of my conscience. Others are outside forces allying against me to see that I do not fully rest.
This was the first day since I can remember where I had no legs. They felt heavy during my morning jog and felt weak later in the day even though I was sitting most of the day.