Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Last night I couldn't sleep, as my hips were sore, probably from walking too much yesterday.  I was so happy when I went to bed, as my cough has really settled down and is almost gone, then I squiggled and wiggled like a fish all night long.  Before dawn I got up and took acetophetimen, and that relieved me so that I slept until 7:30.  I've just taken another dose, having learned my lesson.  My friend just canceled lunch today, so I guess no social life yet again for me today.  And tomorrow I'd better cancel my lunch with my friend, as our dog is sick again and we've been waiting to take him in as the vet is closed for the three day weekend.  My husband and I are sad, seeing the dogs nearing the end of their lives, and it feels like part of this winter pall from the election, my hurting my knee, then the flu I caught despite the flu shot.  Early this morning we talked about our sadness, and wrapped our arms around each other, trying to comfort each other about this aging thing engulfing us.  Love helps.  And even taking some medicine helps.  And talking speaks the truth we wish were not so.