I woke up at about 4 this morning in a lot of pain. They weren't totally unknown pains, so I wasn't really sure if they were old friends back to visit or harbingers of things to come. I can definitely tell that something is going on. I'm still waiting for the other shoe to drop--or maybe even a closet of shoes, and I may have moved from "in the pink" to "in the puce." If this is as bad as it gets, I can deal with it. If it gets worse, I guess I can deal with that too, but I won't much like it. On the whole, I think I'd rather be in Paris.
xxooxx
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