Tonight is a good event at Hugo House, the next in the Literary Series, with the theme "Personal Injury" and new works by Ryan Boudinot and others. I love his writing, did I tell you about "Motley Crue: A Short Story, and An Essay"? Yeah, I think I did. Hilarious. Laura Veirs is the music, and she's done some beautiful stuff, so I look forward to hearing her too. Jenn and Lisa and Casandra and Katherine and Peggy and Susan will all be there, and I have my new coat with the pointy hood to wear for the walk from the reception back to the House, and then maybe there will be drinks afterwards, and, AND!! there are some wee nephews somewhere here in Seattle now, and that's a lovely thing.
All of this is extra good after a week where I felt like I knew a little something about Personal Injury. There were all sorts of weird things going on with me, this pain under my shoulder blade, other deep down pain that made me feel like a bag of bones that someone had taken a baseball bat to. Just achey and battered.
But you know that healing thing that happens when you start to feel kind of light again? Or when the painkillers kick in and you are sort-of floating, and grateful, so grateful for the absence of pain? That's where it all is today for me, and I'll take it.