Life of Wry

I appear to be repeating myself.  I took another walk with Carrie and Bodie in the North Davis ditch; again it was beautiful; again I took a picture and uploaded it to my blog. What can I say.  Not original but it can’t be helped.

I have entered the phase of the Efudex program where the world seems foul. I’m a red, itchy, blotchy, dry, chapped mess. I’m not sure I have much creative in me. Hell, I barely have the will to live.  I now realize I am not skating through this, and that is a blow to my ego. I’m starting to look like the horror pictures people braver than me have posted all over Efudex sites. Problem is, I’d already created a category for myself: people who are so awesome they don’t react to Efudex. And now I have to eat my words. Thank god I was the only person who heard them.

If you want to know what this program is like, go here: https://sites.google.com/site/theefudexdiaries/. The Efudex Diaries..I’m not kidding. I’m not as bad as this guy, but it’s early.

I am kidding about the will-to-live thing, btw. Uncomfortable as it is, it’s not what I expected, based on what I’d read online. I still wonder whether I’m even reacting sufficiently enough to consider the process a success.  We shall see.

Meanwhile, it was a beautiful day in the ditch. If we can’t have rain and winter weather, we may as well take full advantage of these warm (I was wearing capris), golden, long-shadowed days!