Years ago, there was song the Kingston Trio sang. It was about Anne Boleyn, 2nd wife of King Henry VIII*. The chorus ran, "...and she walked the bloody tower, with her head tucked underneath her arm."

The last couple of days, I have been feeling like my head is disconnected to my body. Today, I was in the kitchen and went to walk across to the trash. A simple task...in another life. As I started to walk, the color of the floor and the color of the counter all became a mesh of color and any perception that they were at different levels did not enter my brain (What we have here is a failure to communicate!).

I've had these feelings before but it is hard to describe. But I think I got it now. I feel like Anne Boleyn. My head is tucked beneath my arm.

My son offered to drive me to the gym. I told him I would rather eat instead. Knowing that loss of motivation is my enemy, I went like a good doobie to the gym instead of eating. I made some headway on the various pieces of torture mechanisms. I was drawn and quartered and I especially like the iron maiden... I jest.

I just got back from the gym and my legs and arms have electrical feelings running through them but my head feels connected to my body now. Also, the stiffness I usually feel in the left side of neck is mostly gone. It appears exercise is good for me. Take Care. LK

*(ed: Sorry for the mix up. King Henry II knew how to treat his women, too. He kept his wife, Eleanor of Aqitaine in the Tower of London and only brought her out for special occasions, at his will, of course. Interesting marriage, that one)