the reader is along for the ride on the small things too. I think for the whole trip I will complain about the pain that has built up in my right hip this past week. of course I won’t go for the doctor about it. they’re just for conversation. I’d rather go to a psychiatrist and have them psych it out of me. Satur-day & Satur-night. that weekend time. the rolling of the holy names out of the mouth. it is a small attempt from a dire situation. but there is no limit as to how far Lord Caitanya will reach down and rescue.
shifting sitting so the pain will be tricked. drug it or sleep it, or focus it in meditation, I don’t know. thought I’d say something. get it out in the open and move on to better things. damned hip. I sleep through the night it is fine. then in the day I walk at least a mile or two guaranteed, which doesn’t help. I can’t seem to move on right now. . .