Yesterday, as a distraction from the tooth infection, I weeded, mowed, pruned, and went to the backroom gym. Great! Topped that off with an evening jog in the park, aiming to improve on last week (when I had managed half a mile before injury). This time, I retired on the verge of re-injury at the half-mile point - a kind of progress.
Slept for 10 hours, and then tried meditating for 5 breaths. Half an hour later the most I've managed is two and a half breaths. It's amazing how many tangents the mind can come up with. A favourite trick is to veer off and imagine all the people you'll tell about your meditation success. Ha! I'm sure it wasn't this difficult in the past. Now I need to get up and bottle the next brew before work.
Lightning Hopkins was born 100 years ago. Possibly the best ever blues for when you're stoned.