My Darling B woke up at about three o’clock this morning with a leg cramp that just wouldn’t quit, not even when she got out of bed and tried to walk it off. I almost got a sympathetic cramp just listening to her go “Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!” as she hopped helplessly around the room. It was a long trip through Suck City.

I hate those things, mostly because nothing I’ve tried, absolutely nothing, will make them stop except clamping my teeth together and waiting. The worst part of it is, while I’m waiting all I can think of is Charles Bell’s painting of a soldier dying of tetanus. It’s the picture next to the definition of “cannot be unseen” in my own personal dictionary.