Long Ago and Far Away.
As times marches on without a single moment of rest, those stills which are kept in our memory gradually fade and become living, discolored sepia images which are an almost constant reminder of what might have been . Late at night, when we are in that mid-groggy status which appears to be in a sleep mode and yet is not, images of a lifetime come by. Most do so unbidden; and some actually are recalled by will. Of these, the ones which come without warning or invitation often bring the more juicy and sometimes troubling memories to the fore. Lately, my left hip has begun that journey which I suspect will eventually bring it to the replacement table; a journey which its lifelong loyal companion on the right side has already completed. So, to help me weather the pain a bit, I was given some fairly strong meds. I will only take them at night, since I drive and work during the days. Perhaps as a result of this med, and as a side effect which has yet to be personally classified as we...