Running Wild in the City

I’ve fallen in with a rough crowd. We’ve been running around The City wearing masks, cackling like psychopaths, being all around kooky and wild; and yes, we are wearing colorful capes and tights, too… All right, so that’s a bit of a lie… I’ve actually been busy, busy, busy… My big brother and his wife are dealing with medical issues at the same time. The Boy and I have been giving them a hand by taking my nieces to school and picking them up, and helping them run errands.

Fate (in an effort to keep from being an absolute jerk-hole *goodness, there’s an image!*) has chosen not to be terrible—my gut and neuralgia are behaving beautifully (thank you, Universe!). But my hip tells a different tale. My sexy body and I don’t travel well, which is why we don’t go out much. I’ve been spending about 5 hours commuting, and my hip is spitting fiery curses.

So… being the super selfish witchy woman that I am, I’m flying-by to ask you to keep us in your thoughts. I’m mostly all right… just looking at Fate in the eyeball, baring my teeth, and growling, “Bring it on. These too shall pass”. My big brother, on the other hand, doesn’t do well around hospitals. He is sick, being sick makes him nervous, and the nerves are making him sicker… If you can, send him some thoughts that chant, Calm down. Breathe. You’ll be all right and stuff…

Running Wild in the City

Wicked Exhausted and My Left Eyebrow Is Feeling It

This is just a quickie… a flyby to let you know that I’m exhausted and feeling it all the way to the bone. My toenails and hair tips have been arguing all weekend, talking about “I’m more tired than you are!” and “No, I’m the one who knows what fatigue feels like!!”, when my left eyebrow lost all sense of decorum and told them, “Shut the fuck off, both of you. I’m so beat than I can’t even lift myself to show my disbelief of your idiotic squabble!!!”

I’m just letting them be… That’s what you do when your body parts shout at each other… Really. I’m choosing to focus all my energy on my innards… since they are the ones who should be drained and drowsy and a bit anxious before a trip to the OR. So wish me and my innards some luck, my Wicked Luvs. And don’t judge our typos, if we committed any… we’re tired and feeling a tad too loopy to proofread. 😉

Of course, my feet will never be too anything not to want to show off yummily Wicked socks… or fantasize about dancing in warm summer rain… *cackles infused giggles*

♥Read you later. Write you always.♥

Wicked Socks