The Sting Of Inflexibility

Fresh ink last night so my mind's on resultant fresh sleeve sting, in keeping with the pattern that surfaces not only when I expend myself here writing of French philosophers but also when I lose my second block of the work day (even if I never write any morsel of these in those post meridiem blocks of self-actualization), a pattern that will only, I'm certain, get worse as the holidays drag on. Hence the happiest time of the year is my least favorite time of the year; my defenses aren't yet up to snuff against the forces of lingering tradition. Working on it.

(But hey, at least the Malignancy will get impeached today – though full extraction surgery won't be on the schedule until November – assuming, of course, that we, the surgeons, are up to the task – as half of our immune system is compromised and wants to give the disease another year to spread.)

Goal for holiday survival: abstain as much as possible from rigidity and from the self-loathing inflicted upon tinseltime inability to adhere to a schedule and focus on becoming more flexible – though not less disciplined. Do more of what works, less of what doesn't. Simple ≠ easy.

Worth a read: WaPo on the DIY diabetes management movement. Want to investigate further, see what utility I can scavenge.