My body is in pretty active revolt.

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It's getting stiffer and stiffer and my entire right side is not taking this well. I can't really turn my head, I can't really move without showing an obvious stiffness, and my arm isn't getting any better. Tina commented this morning that it was pretty obvious I wasn't feeling well. I've popped more pain-relieving pills in the past two days than I may have in my life.

I've been having some bad dreams, too, involving friends. I need to make some rounds and check in, it seems.

Despite it all, I'm still smilin' and singin'. Honestly, there's not much that can beat me down right now. Life is freakin' grand, nothing's going wrong, and I'm happy. What more can one ask for? Well, I guess I could ask for a body that works right, but hell, I've absolute faith in my ability to heal, and I expect that this will all pass within a week and I'll be bouncing off the walls again.

I've added two trips that aren't festival-related to next year. One is out to the family farm in June/July to do some heavy labour for a week. I'll probably be through Kansas City for that, I imagine. The other is, possibly, more personal than the trip out to Kansas. I'm still debating on how much to talk about that one.

I'm suddenly, strangely, thinking about Valentine's Day. . .