I’m walking like I did when I first hurt my back. I was going to console myself with a couple of containers of sushi, but LA Sushi doesn’t deliver any more!!!!
In the words of the immortal Nancy White, “Let me tell you, lads and missies, getting old is not for sissies.”
After the creative surge of November comes the dreaded deeps of midwinter, made somewhat better by there being more reflected light with all this snow. But I have the blahs right down to my toes. To quote a song I wrote a long time ago, “I feel like I’m swimming in glue”.
There’s only one thing to do: