I have less to say, and fewer words with which to say it. I feel healthier for the first time in several years. I've managed to shed forty-five pounds since January, thirty-five of them since the first of May. I have my runs up towards the double digits, which has taken almost forever since a pair of fairly awful ankle injuries and a tumble down the side of a tall hill.
My kids still have to put up with me, and my wife is still foolish enough to go to bed next to me most every night.
The world still sucks.
And the fucking rich keep getting fucking richer.
But, being healthier does change the outlook some.
More on that later. Or not.
Crow's Eye: Maintaining a commitment to Pointless Acrimony™ and Hate Filled Invective™! Also available in corvid mischief and traditional sly dog's mistrust.
Glad to see you are doing better these days. It's weird how one physical problem often leads to others but certainly good health can change your perspective. Sort of. I'm not sure why they call this the Golden Years, growing old isn't for the faint of heart.
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ReplyDelete*Or not.* I think of that too, been incapable so far.
Nice to hear. Nice to hear.
ReplyDeleteSo, less of you all around, eh? Good for you, bad for us. The muse will strike when you least expect.
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