the little book of calm

Today. I did not exist. I was the invisible thread in the lives of others. Never my own.

Some rousing Ukrainian music by second-generation lads from West Yorkshire, just like my Jules (aka, Yuli within the family), seems as appropriate as any way to ring in this new year. Gets the blood pumping and all that rot.

Even though I feel like crap today. Just my regular crap. With bloody prednisone added to the mix to stave off an on-going IBD flare. There was a day when I only took meds for my crazy head... Now my whole flippin' body. As predicted, no overnight changes in my immediate state of so-called well-being. A little worse, actually. It's all day-to-day. I get tired of my own complaints. People expecting my chronic conditions to be "better". Wanna slap those folks and hand them the OED! I loathe a lazy brain.

"Radio Roulette #2" of yesterday... But not from the radio, from the closing credits of a film. But still a surprise. And I'm not sure which film it was we were watching, because we were doing a bit of film binging. I wanna say "Isle of Dogs" but I could be so wrong. So there. So potentially wrong. Like many things in life.