December 14, 2017

Almost immobile with inflammation. Shoulders and elbows useless. Lower back pain kept me from standing up through most of the morning. Not feeling the good life. Throat so raw I couldn’t talk, much less do the singing I had to do later in the evening. In the afternoon I trembled into the bathroom and took ibuprofen. The inflammation all but disappeared. I was like a man dying of thirst lying beside a stream, too witless to roll over and take a drink. At 6:30 the throat cleared. All right, then, on we go.