6.30.10

I've been walking around this week with a limp and a couple of nasty bruises (see below entry for why). I try not to wince each time I go up and down the stairs, and it's made me extra conscious of each step I take. I recently heard that sheep who repeatedly wander from the fold have one of their legs broken by the shepherd so that they don't get themselves lost again. Me and my hobbling resemble this somewhat, as desperately as I want to return to my brisk pace of life again. I've been slowed down, and in being slowed down, realize that it's much better to stick closer to the fold.