My body is a temple. No, I mean a trainwreck

I had plans to blog today.  My back had different plans.  Every few years, for reasons unknown to me, it goes completely into spasm. To the extent I was able to sit up, I worked.  When I couldn’t sit up anymore, I read novels.  My brain floated free — but I didn’t blog.

Even now that I’m at my computer, I discover I have nothing to say.  I honestly think part of this is Don Quixote’s fault.  Yes, I am blaming my best friend.  Why?  Because he moved away and we’re not having lunch together any more.  Those lunches were always so scintillating and stimulating.  They got my mental juices flowing.  We shared ideas and he challenged me in a perfectly nice way, making me think without making me feel ignorant.  We still talk on the phone, but it’s not the same.  I don’t begrudge him his happiness.  Indeed, I delight in it.  I just can’t help mourning my loss.

If my back’s better tomorrow, I should be able to write more and plan to do so.  It all depends whether I can stay upright for more than an hour or so at a time.