Good morning, Ed (@njed)

I can always rely on you to understand what I’m trying to say, even when my words are an absolute trainwreck of sense. I hadn’t noted––but you have, and now I do, too––that both my maladies have their battlefield headquarters in my feet: my PN is personified by weakened sensory activity, and my sepsis by an 8”x1”x1” wound of the sort you might expect had your foot been struck by broadsword. (I shouldn’t be writing this before breakfast.)

You’re so right, too, when you say that we shouldn’t expect our illnesses and injuries to arrive one-by-one at our age. To paraphrase Hamlet’s uncle Claudius: “When aches and pains come to those of us of a ‘certain age’, they come not single woes but in battalions.”

Generally, however, we always have the options you cite, such as “Keep improving, keep moving.” Why don’t we exercise those options, Ed? What do you say?

Have a glorious weekend!

Cheers!
Ray (@ray666)