A view words. Sleep and pancakes; although they have nothing to do with a supersoaker; I feel as if the gun blew out a rain of sleep. Now poring over my head. On the couch as the ‘couch potato’

What was I thinking when I walked heavily to the hospital. Squeezed out the last drop of energy. Back home I watch silently when my mind rethinks the damage.

Pancakes, cookies and sugar tell me I spend more energy than is available for the muscles. Balance is gone and I’ve tumbled down my hill of improvement. It’s time to rest and the world is again some other planet out of reach.

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