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Monday, February 13, 2012


In my post this morning, I forgot write down everything I wanted to.  Typing is torturous, but I need to add a paragraph from my journal. 
This morning I am unsteady of my feet, wobbly like a Weeble, listing to either side in a way that reminds me of the description of Miss Trixie in John Kennedy Toole’s A Confederacy of Dunces.  i just went to find my copy, but it appears to have disappeared.  I have no doubt that I will find it in a peculiar place.  I again feel as though there are weights around my ankles and am once again walking in hip deep water, being pulled into the black hole - again.  I just reached for my coffee, but it is not on my bedside table.  I will find it some time today - or not.  I will make another cup. 


Dazee Dreamer said...

hang in there

Laoch of Chicago said...

Small steps.

Sue said...

I've had those days of walking through sludge. Hang in there, CJ. A change is gonna come.


injaynesworld said...

CJ, please go into the hospital and get a full evaluation. Find out with certainty what is going on with you and get treatment. You're too lovely a lady, with too much to give to the world to not take care of yourself. This isn't some passing phase. This is serious shit. You're a smart woman. Please do the smart thing. And do it now.

Big hugs, Jayne

Martha Mawson said...

Ditto what Jayne said. Please take care of yourself - we all love you.