Many changes.
Autocorrect is new. It seems to be more a hindrance than a help. And now I type with a snazzy pencil which has its own tiny battery. Both seem to cramp my style. Perhaps both will be blessings in the long run.
I think about the long run a lot lately.
I am what is called politely "bed bound". My legs stopped working in an explosion of excruciating pain. After many poking and pushing and sticking tests; and many head shaking specialists I arrived here. Crippled Old Folk Land.
In my adolescence I thought the coolest possible job would be to be able to stay in bed all day reading and munching on cold red delicious apples. I was wrong.
The apple and reading parts are cool; but there are other elements that really, REALLY suck. More about that another time.
This post is to let my loyal readers know that I am not quite dead.
Autocorrect is new. It seems to be more a hindrance than a help. And now I type with a snazzy pencil which has its own tiny battery. Both seem to cramp my style. Perhaps both will be blessings in the long run.
I think about the long run a lot lately.
I am what is called politely "bed bound". My legs stopped working in an explosion of excruciating pain. After many poking and pushing and sticking tests; and many head shaking specialists I arrived here. Crippled Old Folk Land.
In my adolescence I thought the coolest possible job would be to be able to stay in bed all day reading and munching on cold red delicious apples. I was wrong.
The apple and reading parts are cool; but there are other elements that really, REALLY suck. More about that another time.
This post is to let my loyal readers know that I am not quite dead.
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