Survivability

As something of a follow-up to my last posting I should mention that I enjoyed my birthday, and remember all of it, but Saturday was different; I last recall having a Ham and Cheese sandwich at The High Life Lounge (for those of you not in Des Moines, yes, it’s exactly what it sounds like) watching the Cubs game, and the next thing I remember clearly is waking up (in bed, fortunately) Sunday morning at about 5am with disconcerting aches and pains — but with everything else complete and intact. Well, I was told later that day that the previous (Saturday) evening I was was discovered by the household staff in the phone closet across from my apartment, wrestling on the floor with the equipment; earlier, I was seen outside the building, talking to a tree.

I’m lucky I even survived middle age, really.