As Roseanne Roseannadanna so aptly said, “it’s always something.” The something now is my leg. To be precise, the inside upper left leg. It’s painful all the time but the pain sharply increases with some movements. If I were a masochist I’d be in heaven sitting somewhere high enough off the ground to swing my leg back and forth at the knee.

Research on the web suggests the likely cause is poor circulation, aggravated by sitting too long (as in when staring at a computer monitor?). A suggested remedy is lying for half an hour or more with the leg propped above heart level. If that worked I’d have to devise some way to elevate one end of my bed because it’s too difficult to sleep with the leg supported by a large pillow. But the effort didn’t make any noticeable difference anyway. Some people recommend Motrin for relief. I’ll get some tomorrow.

I noticed in the Tales of the Sixth Year a complaint about the legs, feeling at one point I just couldn’t walk another step. And for some time now I’ve been unable to walk very far without sitting to rest. One reason I grew reluctant to visit Hamilton Library was that walk over to the main bus stop on University Avenue. I always had to sit for awhile about halfway through the (really not that far) stroll.

I grow old, I grow old …

It continues to be fun exploring Facebook, and I was much surprised to discover that Handsome Son and Daughter are both on there. He’s also on MySpace, even started a blog but hasn’t maintained it. Too bad. I enjoyed reading what he did write. Enjoyed the large collection of photos he has on MySpace, too. I think I’ll keep quiet about knowing, although the boys saw me looking at his page and may say something about it.

I also continue to have fun reading the Tales, am about halfway through the Sixth Year now. It really makes me want to see Tanioka, especially.

And of course there was that neverending cycle of x equals times. I’m in one today, or almost. I do have enough cash for one bottle of beer but then I managed that almost all of the time back then, too. The more things change …. ?