


My shoulder is aching. My hand is weak and stiff. My neck could use a good rub. I need a massage and a muscle relaxant. Soon my fingers will be sore from sewing. It must be a week away from the craft show.
I have been warned by well-meaning friends to expect slow sales and few customers. I am prepared. I am trying to just meditate myself into enjoying this craft show as a marker in my time line. After November 9th I will put all of my energy into finding gainful employment. That means a job with health care benefits. If I had them, I'd go get myself a RX for my woolen wounds...
PS: I want to get health care from employment- not the government, thank you very much. Just in case you took my lament as a political comment.
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