neon epiphany

Old age has apparently set in, as one full day of raking leaves seems to have been enough to cripple my body from the neck down. And blisters! Blisters on both hands. But the lawn, the sidewalks, the driveway… all gloriously clean!

Right about now I wish I had some of that noxious Chinese wonder ointment that inexplicably works miracles on muscle pain. Brute-force aromatherapy, if you will. In the meantime, no racquetball for me.

Have given some thought to the absurdity of attempting to write a novel when the number of books I’ve read since graduating from college amounts to only about one a year. Formulating goals… more soon!