So I went to the doctor yesterday and she says I have Fibromyalgia, a disease with no known cause, no known cure and no clear way to diagnose it. I would rather have a broken leg. But that's the way things go. Right now I am channeling three of the seven dwarfs (grumpy, dopey and sleepy) and having my doubts about the whole blog thing. The Muskrat (Moomin reference) was a philosopher and his favorite book was titled "The uselessness of everything" with which thot I generally default to. But at some point the book was changed magically into one on "The usefulness of Everything" which upset the philosopher Muskrat but that's what I will not stop trying to do. Keep my sunny side up, look on the bright side, and make every effort to come up smelling like a rose.
I wonder if I am allowed to write cheerful hopeful things in this BLUE blog?
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