March 11th 2008
During an interlude
I’ve been way off my writing game lately, so much so that it’s felt like trudging through deep, thick snow just to find the smallest glimmer of a point. In lieu of anything substantive, y’all are getting a brief note of me being a dumbass.
On my way home today, I took a slightly more direct, but also less paved way, part of which is a rather steep, if short, hill. Partway down the hill, I thought “gee, this might have been dumb.” Then, if not for an outstretched right arm, I’d have fallen seat first. The arm though, got pulled a bit and was sore right away.
My brilliant self decided that tonight would be a fantastic night to go bowling, something I’ve not done in about a year. I bowled 8 games. I can’t straighten my arm anymore, and I’m about to take aspirin, something I do maybe 4 times a year. Ow.