The changes that occur from week to week are an amazement to me.
One week ago I was in so much pain! I was very uncomfortable... sleepless and paranoid from narcotics... emotionally spent. A week ago today, Janis came for a brief visit, and I couldn't really speak with her, and then Jane came in the afternoon (with her striking ability to flow and be present in the midst of turmoil) and she could probably tell you what a mess I was.
And last night? A lovely dinner at Luana & Yoko's w/ Eric and Tom. It was so nice and normal and yummy. Luana made beef stew, and it was just the perfect dish. Beautiful, tasty, appetizers that I will be serving myself soon, and a fruity fresh cocktail.... long simmered beef stew over rice, with corn pudding casserole (by complete coincidence, the very recipe that Eric uses, which he got from his mother)! And cheesecake with maserated fruit for dessert.
And I was able to enjoy all of it.
The wheel of fortune turns.
I think it's all such a testament to the resiliance of human beings. One minute you're howling at the moon in pain, and devastated that you're dying -- the next you're laughing with friends and eating ecstaticallly -- and both experiences are authentic.
Today I'm tired. The cost of doing fun business last night is that today it's all over early.
I have no idea what's waiting around the corner of the next fifteen minute period. Let's hope there are no spontaneously breaking bones.
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