I do suffer from chronic pain, on the left side of my head and in my upper neck. I do not know the cause of this. I often wonder if my knowing what the source of this ailment is would reduce the pain.

Pain is such a mysterious entity. No one seems to escape it. For now, I am going to live with it, although I am thinking that I might go and make an appointment with Pete’s chiropractor and message person and acupuncturist. He seems to have done well going this route with his chronic pain issues.

I also seem to have developed a twitch/tic in my lower eyelid. Is this related to the other issues? Of course, everything is related.

On a scale of 1 to 10, the pain, overall, is a four. If I become emersed in doing something, I am able to forget about these things. This, in fact, is one reason why I stay busy.

Sometimes I go to bed feeling like shit, and the pain is gone when I get up. I hope that tomorrow is going to be one of these days.

Yes, I am going to see Pete’s specialists and make appointments next week.

Time is going by at the speed of light. Writing slows me down some, which is a good thing. And even though I don’t go back and reread what I’ve written, I see it as being a record for others who might be curious about me, my life, my times.

Pete still has bronchitis – I picture a hairy, fire breathing dinosaur when I hear this word. I should draw out what I’m picturing. I can’t picture the head area.

I admire artists who can draw just about anything. I have a few stock images that I can draw, and horses. I can draw horses. I wonder if I’d had art lessons, I’d have been a more all-encompassing artist.

I wonder about a lot of things. I may have pushed open the door of regret and stepped through it. And once you enter, as is true in my case, the door slams behind you and reverberates. Wham bam thank you ma’am.

It’s been rainy and overcast. Coming home I looked up at the Talkeetna Range – the termination dust is now a solid snow cover that extends halfway down the mountain.

We’ll first get a rain/snow/slush mix. This always occurs before October 31.

The horses now have their winter coats. Fortunately, their coats contain oil, so the water pretty much runs off of them. This is not so of Ryder, who, the other day when I came home, was on the porch shivering.

I often wonder at various times of year when I am outside if I was running around if I’d get hypothermia. I go in my bare feet and turn off the generator and then run back in the house. Feet are now getting cold. I am motivated to turn off generator X by the fact that the inside of the generator shack is always toasty warm.

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