I am thankful we're alive, really I have been looking at this that way. BUT, I am angry too, really mad about this, both cosmically and because of the person who was spinning out of control in her giant vehicle. At odd moments, I see it in my mind and I cry. I am, illogically, terrified about something that already happened.
Here are a few things I could do today:
- open my refrigerator
- jog up to 2 minutes at a time, for a total 15 minute outing
- lay down on my bed without gasping or yelling
It makes me mad that such little things should be achievements, and that the more time it takes for me to get to the big stuff, like doing a whole yoga class, the worse I get because I feel lumpy and limp.
Oh I could also:
- watch 1966 Mission: Impossible.





