One Week Later

Oh, it was a lovely night; soft,warm breeze, birds chirping in the dusk, Rufus frollicking like a pup. I had so many nice thoughts about writing, and writing succinctly, and speaking the same way, because, after all, that's what I AM-a writer, and that's what I DO-write and speak succinctly. I think in outlines. I speak using headings and sub-headings. No fanciful or superfluous words for me. And then it started. I started to shake. It was disappointing, unusual, even unprecedented. I had stopped shaking during a walk before, but I had never started shaking during a walk. My muscles tightened, and it hurt. I had to bend over to get some relief, and I thought about just laying down on one of the concrete benches in the park. I got home and sat in the massage chair that is hooked over the old Corvette seats in the living room. I am still shaking now, but my muscles don't hurt so much, and my head is relieved to have gotten these thoughts out.