Oh, the trials of living: I awoke in the middle of the night with a pain in my knee, as if someone (James, Taku, I) had squashed it. The knee did not want to straighten. Then, to round out the indignities of 42, I realized I had to pee. Then I realized I was freezing. And here was a logic problem: I had to get to the potty, but my knee didn’t want to straighten. I had to get to a blanket, but they were across the room. I had to keep from peeing, but I was also shivering—and that… is not a tenable combo. I was wide awake. I massaged my knee. I thought warm thoughts. I may have cussed a little. Eventually, I got where I needed to go. But if you ever wondered what happens when various needs collide, I can tell you that the order is pain, pee, and temperature.
(Originally posted July 30, 2017)