I'm tired tonight. Today I had a headache, a common thing since I bonked my head on the point of an open cabinet door last week. The spot isn't as swollen as it was but it's still sore. I think I'll call our insurance company's nurse hot line tomorrow just to discuss with someone. I had a concussion in 2000 when our Old English Sheepdog, Woofles, suddenly pulled me forehead-first down onto the sidewalk when I was walking him. He never intended to hurt me, because he loved me so much. I loved him back for sure, right up to his passing in May 2007. I have never been quite the same since that head injury; mainly I have an uneasiness that I never had before. I started taking Prozac two years ago and that has helped. Mike says that my football career is over and it makes me laugh when he jokes that way.
My schedule has been nuts for some months. I need to get it together to rebuild my yoga practice. I know for certain that if I begin a daily practice again that my strength and grace will grow, and maybe will prevent these weird head injuries from happening in the future.
That's all I have tonight.