Jack, miscellany

more bullets

  • My sciatica is so bad that I cannot even walk. I’m going to the physiatrist in about 30 minutes, where (with any luck) I’ll get cortisone shots. Or a bullet to the head. It’s that bad, and not even full-body massages from JS are helping.
  • Speaking of JS, the swooning continues. If we’re not married by the end of the year, I’ll eat my hat. Or become a nun. Things are that perfect, yes they are.
  • And speaking of him even more, we’re going on a staycation this evening to the InterContinental Hotel on Michigan Avenue. The fantasy continues.
  • Part-time freelance work is falling into place. This is good. The idea of having to get a real job frightens me.
  • With any luck, I will not have to work a real job ever again.
  • This is good.
  • It leaves much time for staycations, cuddling, and swooning.
  • Namaste.
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