Like the Wind Before I Get Old

After my six-month appointment at the Hospital For Special Surgery, Pete and I walked around and around the Guggenheim. The uneven surfaces proved difficult and challenging, but ultimately, we saw wonderful canvases and had a wonderful time. At home, we collapsed on the couch and wished we could sleep for a week.

After my six-month appointment at the Hospital For Special Surgery, Pete and I walked around and around the Guggenheim. The uneven surfaces proved difficult and challenging, but ultimately, we saw wonderful canvases and had a wonderful time. At home, we collapsed on the couch and wished we could sleep for a week.

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3 responses to “Like the Wind Before I Get Old

  1. On the edge of feeling uncheery these days muhself. Thank goodness the cat is still a delight. Been trying to shake some post-cold congestion, but the damned cough won’t go away. When this sort of thing happens, it is easier to sleep in a semi-prone position (I used to play semi-prone baseball for the Bloomfield Ballgags), so I have slept the last two nights sitting up in the chaise. Last night my repose was disturbed by the cat kneading me; I was too weak to resist her advances. I believe my ribs have developed enough gluten to make a credibly chewy bagel dough. I always found dogs tolerable, but cats melt me. The love of a dog is a given, but the love of a cat is a gift.

  2. You’re right, dahhhhlink. I’m desperate to hear about your adventures in Minneapolis. You would think I’d do more about actually hearing them, wouldn’t you? You would.

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