This Wednesday Thing.

Here's today's picture... It's an older one, but I've not been able to get out and shoot anything the last day or so. So, I think you may have to settle for the quick and the dirty for a bit.

I don't know why I liked this one enough to stuff it into my Flickr page. It would have been a hundred times cooler if the moon was full, but, unfortunately, I just don't have any control over those things.

Aside from that, I hope everyone is well and wonderful this Wednesday.

Me?

I'm not doing so great. But, it's nothing all that out of the ordinary, and it's even somewhat expected. The thing is, living with chronic pain really wears a person out and strains the sanity. And, it's frustrating to no end to have these limits forced upon me. Even something as simple and benign as typing has become something for me to look at and define in terms of pain. For example, now, when I approach writing, I think about what I wish to say in terms of how I can go about paring it down to as few keystrokes as possible since every single one feels as though it's a violent, head-on collision sending waves of pain up my inflamed little phalanges. As a result, my thoughts come across as wildly disjointed and barely even coherent.

Warm weather, however, brings hope. It brings more fucking hope than any amount of medication --be it infusion or injection or a simple pill packed with opiates-- could ever bring. And, time and hope are the only two things I currently have in abundance. And, as I sit here watching my fingers slowly bend themselves backwards as a result of these inflamed joints, the millions of words I want to say remain somewhat silenced.

It's frustrating, I guess, but they will always get better. It's just hanging here in the interim that can be a little maddening.

-DP