Plumb Worn Out

I never know when I will get a chance to post.  Random.  Here is a photo in which I was trying to catch the spirit of Eggleston.  It is a failure, and I should not show it, but we are all friends here, right?  Sorry, but everything is not photographable. 

This weather is killing me.  I hurt and feel very tired.  Therapy is making my shoulder sore, and my confidence is long gone.  I am about to leave the factory for the drive home.  I have my gym bag, but I cannot make myself go.  I only walk on an elevated treadmill and on the stair machine, but my fatigue and the cold. . . .

You only get little bits of this.  Feel badly for Ili who hears it all the time.  I do.  I really do.  I want to have more to say, more to show, but this is a very slow and go process.  Healing, I mean.  Rather than go to the gym, I will get on my couch and watch some of the programming on YouTube.  There is a lot of very good stuff there, more interesting than other programing, even on pay channels.  "Nowness" fascinates me for four minutes at a time.  Tell me if you know other things, too. 

Now, I'm heading out into the grey cold.  I will collapse when I get there.  This has been a long day, and I am plumb worn out. 

Until then.