Hello, Benjamin from Brother’s Campfire here!
This one is a rant.
My right shoulder, arm and wrist are yelling at me today. I took two excellent falls worthy of writing an epic.
The first, I hit my head on a cabinet while standing up. It was a hard enough hit to see black and fall without control.
The second, I tripped over a basket of laundry in the middle of the night and sprawled, landing it fairly well.
I hurt. Motrin is a constant companion for the time being.
I am sure this blog is dry reposts of the same thing at the moment. I don’t have the capacity to assess this right now, but the writing is therapeutic.
It is time to find equilibrium in a new normal. In the rant below, obviously I plan to care for my Beloved or schedule it with a friend.
There are a lot of voices telling me what to do and pull me one direction or the other. My focus stands. I follow Jesus and take care of my family. Everything else is irrelevant.
Work will resume on Wednesday. It is so I can continue to support the war machine.
There are a few who have insinuated that I am not doing a whole lot sitting around the house. Here is my reasoning; I am using the sick time I collected to care for my Beloved.
It is time I earned to use to care for a loved one.
If I choose to grow into a chair sitting by my wife it is no one elses business. Last time I checked, I pay the light bill at Willow Manor.
Some think I should work on the yard or make home improvements. There are others that think I should make time for myself and go for a hike.
Nope. Not interested. If opportunity arises, and it does not keep me from my primary focus, sure, but I will decide that.
When I resume work to continue paying the light bill, there are steps I have that do not include listening to every little voice.
That’s my rant. If I say so myself, It is clear, concise,and correct.