January is finally in the rear-view mirror. Here’s hoping February is better. However . . .

Here’s a sketch I did during the final hour of my employment at Sedona Winds. I look dispirited. However, here’s how my Facebook update read:

“Last day of work for Sedona Winds included a lot of hugs from residents and staff, some incredulity that I was leaving, and a kajillion wish-me-wells. An award-winning photographer gave me a beautiful signed photo of a segment of our red-rock surrounds, and a sweet lady from upstairs gave me a couple of homemade gluten-free cookies and a couple of storebought gluten-saturated confections. I learned a lot about latter life from these folks and I will miss them mightily.”

Then I went home and to bed, and behold, my left leg started acting as if it had burst a cyst on the side of the knee. Stiffness/worsening pain. By morning I could hardly walk. However, it felt better when I walked around some. Things were looking up. However . . .

I finished packing and my now former Sweetheart, Denise, drove me to Phoenix. The move is emotional as well as physical. Denise and I are parting ways. However, we hold good thoughts for a better future. However . . .

The leg is getting worse. I walked a lot, but it loosened only a little, and stiffened again as soon as I sat down. However . . .

I now have a Limp joke.

How can you not limp and yet walk with a pronounced Limp [O Zen Master]?
Walk briskly and say the word “Limp” every other step. You are now walking with a pronounced Limp.

[WAAAA waaaah . . .]