Then this morning I walked into a glass wall at my osteopath's office. BOOM! I banged my nose, my upper front teeth, my forehead and my left knee. I yelled a Very Bad Word...or maybe two. I cried.
Nothing's broken--in me or the wall--but everything that was feeling OK is sore again, plus my knee. Fortunately I didn't hit my right arm or shoulder, which were already sore enough.
For some time, I've had the sneaking suspicion that I'm the butt of some huge cosmic joke. Now I'm sure of it.
The cosmic punchline, via David Bromberg:
You've got to suffer if you want to sing the blues.