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Let's not kid ourselves. This is going to happen. It's a shower day. And I was planning on a quick pizza for lunch anyway ...

Pop went downtown for a health convention. So, I broke out the laptop for another trip to the red light district in cyberspace.

This is not news, not new, but I feel moved to add that I might have been too quick in lying down on my deathbed. For the past couple of days, I have felt a return to ... a sort of normalcy. Like I am back in my forties, if you understand. That groggy state of mind has receded back to its usual schedule, which is too often and too long-lasting, but at least it is not the all-the-time thing that I had been suffering lately.

Don't get me wrong! I probably still cannot run in place comfortably, and I am doubtlessly weaker. I think we can still count this year as the official pivot into old age. It just isn't feeling as bad as I feared it was going to keep feeling. Maybe I was feeling a bit depressed? Maybe I was taking the Trump era a little too personally, feeling overcome by that bleakness.