Only punched my thumb twice (through leather gloves, mind you)...Those rose canes have some big thorns.
I'm in a weird mood beyond that...don't want to read much, even pieces I've been waiting to be updated. I reread Tolkien's On Fairy Stories this morning...it was kind of cool, and it has me in the mood to escape into some classic fantasy....Lord Dusany or Conan or something...or maybe write something. We'll see. I wish the part of my brain that can create characters at a drop of a hat would team up with Pink and work out a story before dumping them in my lap.
Poetry muse is definitely AWOL. Haven't gone this long without wanting to write poetry in I don't know how long...over five years, I know, probably more like seven. Very unusual for me. She does that sometimes. I can write it when I need to, but the drive to do it is totally not here right now. Funny how that goes.
Still working out. I've come down a whole dress size, which made me happy...and my legs no longer ache from non-use (although sometimes from overuse). I'm standing taller, walking faster, and getting more done. I was really getting chairbound before we signed up for the training classes. But even better, my digestive pain is mostly gone....Yay!
Feeling kind of withdrawn, which is why I am posting this journal. I'm still here, reading, writing, and thinking....If I forget to post anything but my stories, it doesn't mean I'm not thinking of you....it's just...well, spring. I can blame that. LOL.