Last week was unpleasant in that it was extremely stressful. Two fat cold sores remain as guests at the corners of my lower and upper right lips. It has never been both lips at once.  Even as I was treating them, a third cluster tried to join in. Man!

Good that it is over to a certain degree: the stress has mellowed and the blisters are almost gone.  I hope I’ve learned from the past week. It is never the thing to do so much at once. My finals and papers now over, I believe myself ready for the summer.  Here is what is on my to-do list; 1. Get a job 2. Get a job 3. Get a job and 4. Shoot more, read more, and stress less . . . oh and try to spread out Mawusi a little.

As this is a general update, a little  opinion should not be out of place. My current thoughts depict the body as a tree, the spirit a balloon, and our attachment to the body, a string tied up to the tree.

Seeing that I felt so restrained by my body last week, it was probably balmy to imagine a world where one won’t have to take care of one’s body. Foolish in that my thoughts probably accelerated my stress level.  However, won’t it be something?  No working out to tame muscles, none of that ridiculous need to go to the bathroom the moment one settles into bed to sleep, nor that sneaky hunger which loves to creep upon one at the most inappropriate time, “What is that? Is that your stomach making those sounds?”

Probably, a bodiless person would still have plenty of inconceivable challenges, enough that I might perhaps despise living without a body. But at the moment, my imagination is surfing a state where ones lack of a body is blissful.

Happy Monday!
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J. A. Odartey