Now the standard cure for one who is sunk is to consider those in actual destitution or physical suffering—this is an all-weather beatitude for gloom in general and fairly salutary day-time advice for everyone. But at three o’clock in the morning the cure doesn’t work—and in a real dark night of the soul it is always three o’clock in the morning, day after day.

-F. Scott Fitzgerald

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It is not hard to live through a day, if you can live through a moment. What creates despair is the imagination, which pretends there is a future, and insists on predicting millions of moments, thousands of days, and so drains you that you cannot live the moment at hand.
-André Dubus

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Doom and gloom morning...my back feels twisted, legs spastic, headache, and ears itching miserably. Took forever to get out of bed. Back burning, pins and needles both legs, stiff and heavy lower legs...if I lie ever so still and breathe into my back and legs, I can imagine the discomfort away and pretend it's not there. If I move the reminders return. Have to get up and move even if the back burning, leg spasms, heavy legs return. Work on what needs to be done. Reward at the end of the day, first shopping trip in my SUV. Discomforts remain, but the satisfaction of a new accomplishment distracts in the moment. Perhaps tomorrow will be a more comfortable day. I'll drive myself to pool therapy and can stop wherever I want...who knows...freedom distraction from the discomforts.