All the old stories

Well, that was strange. First migraine in ages, KO'd me completely. Went to bed, dreamt of proper mean ol' foe. In the dream we were friendly, affectionate even. Some desire to be friends? Maybe. But it's been so long and so rancorous, what do we have to talk about that's not poisoned? Then I remembered that I was dreaming of the Alhambra yesterday, and long ago when we were friends I thought he would love to see it, despite the risk of the heat melting him all down the castle walls. There, that's the connection with my past, an experience I wanted to point at and say all the old stories are here!

It makes even more sense now just as I am signally failing to access stories old and new. I am perfectly happy but not really connecting, disinterested in matters of worthiness and belonging which seem to be threaded through the zeitgeist and are points of boring blur to me.

Heated blanket mat turned up for Old Kitty Boy, he's purring, he's fine. New kitchen dining chairs, very heavy wood, got a nice look and feel to them. But man we need to sort out the curtains. Maybe if I had got my head around this earlier the house would be warmer...

It's only now that I realise how grindingly hard it is to be constructive when in pain. What the hell was wrong with me? Scared I guess. There have been a few tweaks now, warnings from the Foot of Doom to take my time and not be an idiot. But I am so excited at being able to walk again soon, my head is full of treks into the Sierra, the Trossachs, just moving, moving! And maybe if I move the stories will move too. Worth a try.