But why does it hurt?
This afternoon, I nudged things a step closer to winter. The easy stuff, like bringing the hose reel inside, before any swirled icicles can formed. And the BBQ is in where I can keep an eye on it. A big job, where I do some disassembly and then move the larger piece through the kitchen and down a set of steps into the garage. Seemed easier than trying to lead the wheeled beast through the back garden.
Anyhow, I completed the task, just like other years. My brain murmured that the twinges of pain in my arms and shoulder were proof that I am getting older, each time. And then the other channel of that brain responded that any pain was, actually, due to an inoculation several hours earlier. So, not a sign of getting older? Whew!
Look, an article on the side effects of giving up caffeine. That’s not going to happen any time soon. My cups of espresso are the only venial sin remaining.
A few days ago, the press let us know about a death on a movie set, after someone discharged one of those prop guns. Today, the police showed off a recovered bullet from the incident. So, I guess that prop takes on a whole different definition when you are making a movie. Good to know, before getting to heavily involved in the conspiracy.
How to tiptoe like a politician. One of the federal (I want to say, feral) parties refuses to put a number on the “how many of your members are vaccinated”. In the same paragraph, we learn that any of them that attend, will be. I guess we just have to wait for opening day.
