Mutiny

I've just been placed straight into a Dilbert cartoon at work, and I don't belong there. I have to blow that thought away now.

Meanwhile the rest of my life is going superbly. I hear the train passing behind my new, cozy home. How I love my home? There are no words. My voice came back too. I am verbal and my thoughts are limpid. I move forward like the train behind my home, steadily and reliably. Life has gotten easier. I have moved onwards, and I am happy.

But still physically, the energy is low. See first paragraph as for the why. Today, I have learned that my right leg is 2,5 centimeters longer than the left one. So that was why walking hurts, and the not so classy walk too.

I HATE being mis-interpreted. I HATE basic ignorance, and crass politics too. So, I may well move onwards and onwards, as I do, like the train.

Amourx