My ankle still hurts and still resembles a flesh-colored grapefruit. Or grapefruit-sized flesh.
I used to be some kind of impressed with myself.
Now it's just old.
Aside from that, however, I'm at a good place in life. Good, but very transitional. I have several things I could complain about, but also several things to be very happy about. This is the first time I can remember feeling happy about being in transition, although happiness isn't quite the right word.
Peace, maybe.
Thank you, God.
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