I can cope with my osteoarthritis, because beyond joint replacement operations, there is no way it will ever improve. A head cold that keeps getting worse after 7 frigging days - I'm slightly over it, not too mention the constant headache, and for some inexplicable and non-related reason, a dose of eczema ::sigh::
Watched a doco on the Bandaid concert last night, made me feel quite old thinking that it was 20 years ago, and that many of my young crushes are now entering senior citizenhood (Mick Jagger, David Bowie, oh the Thin White Duke, still gives me little tingles). BM and I discussed how close, but not quite, our music tastes were before we met each other - they ran tangential to each other in many ways. While he was listening to Talking Heads I was enamoured with The B-52s, him - The Moody Blues, me - Queen and so on. I also introduced him to a lot of Australian stuff like Flowers (which became Icehouse), and Hunters and Collectors - although I could never get him interested in INXS. The documentary had me feeling all sentimental, and the closing number by Sir Paul, Let It Be, made me a little teary and I'm not even going to blame my sinuses for that. So now I not only feel achey all over, but a little decrepit and aged. ::sigh::
J was pleased with his first exam. I told him that "the first step in a long journey is always the most important", which someone famous once said, or it could have come from an episode of Monkey - I'm voting for Monkey. Let's all sing together now -
In Gandhara, Gandhara
They say it was in India
The place of light Gandhara ...