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Easter sunday 7/4/07 Did my usual dublin saturday trip yesterday,even though it was so hot out, and one of those rare sit out days, that I felt guilty for whiling away the hours in a sterile shopping centre.I suppose I want to get out, and inch my way around these places, as I know the day is fast approaching, when even this is not going to be an option. I cut the day short, as I was laden down with bags, which refused to stay put, and with feet which seem to hate the confines of a footrest, home beckoned. I needed to get out anyway, otherwise the 4 day easter break is just too long. This day annoys me anyway. Way too much fuss over an unpleasant (but self inflicted) few hours a LONG time ago. Maybe part of the reason for the insistence of so many to blow it out of all proportion, is a faint fear pushed to the back of the mind which says " maybe god didnt think that much of us, if this is all he did for us". |
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This
is my bed, which I was led to believe would be fantastic, but which
I am now eyeing with suspition as responsible for further weakenng
my back. Maybe I am unfairly lashing out (as is my custom) and misapportioning
blame, but it makes sense that if you over rely on devices or contraptions,
then of course your own muscles are going to take the hint, and
go into hibernation.I never thought getting in/out of bed, or turning
for that matter could involve effort, but the last few years have
proved me wrong!