If pressed, some of my friends and family might tell you I was a little…well, quirky. They’d probably tell you this without being pressed come to think of it. It’s not that I’m quirky to look at…well, I don’t think so…it’s not so much that I’m quirky to be around…it’s more that I’m quirky in my thinking. At least to them. But it can work out very well. Quirky payoffs I was reminded of this when I woke up in the wee hours this morning with cramp in my leg.  Ouch.  Have you noticed how things really hurt in the middle of the night? But my quirky mind, with my quirky thoughts moved into instant let’s-stop-this mode so I began to repeat to myself, my leg feels great, it feels fine, my leg is great, and before too long the cramp disappeared. I kid you not.  It went away.  And…

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