So I am an old guy. Things happened with my ability to move gracefully, quickly and without pain. Now I can’t and don’t move those ways.
I went to my neighbourhood cricket ground and watched live cricket for the first time. It was fun until… a ball came in my direction. I got out of the way, but fell on my face, and, well, it isn’t bad, but it isn’t without pain. That and the fact that my lack of agility could get me in even bigger trouble, if I don’t deal with it.
Pain is keeping me awake and I’m obsessing on the mess in Ukraine. Both sides can’t just stop. Barbarism must be dealt with through more barbarism. That will fix it. The USA will continue to supply Ukraine with weapons and Ukraine will supply the cannon fodder. But this situation will persist until it … Who knows?
I was watching a Daffy Duck cartoon wherein he’s fighting the Nazis. Now there’s a cartoon about why it’s a smart idea to re-enlist in the 1950’s Army. Not bad. This was between Korea and Vietnam. There was plenty to do. A commercial came on touting the glories of Door Dash.
I’m not sleepy yet, but I am bored.
I hope you mend quickly. Faceplants always surprise me because of how much they hurt.
Oh yeah.
I have been falling over more often these days, and beginning to feel like one of those toys that cannot stay upright! Getting old is not much fun, is it?
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be careful us old guys got to take it easy. i stopped refereeing soccer/football matches at 65 of course the pandemic helped me stop too. My uncle once told be getting old isn’t for the meek and feeble it just makes you meek and feebly.