The Radius

Ah, the radius.

After a brief slip-up, blip on the radar, re-visit to the ER (whatever you want to call it, semantics shmemantics) I am back on track to run the Boston Marathon in 2023. This time around I'll wait it out a little before sending out my appeal.

The good news is, I've graduated from a half block walking radius from my house, which barely gets me to the ice cream store, to a block, which get me to the grocery store! The bad news is, I can't buy anything at the grocery store because a single grape would be too much for me to carry on the way home, and so I just eat ice cream. Aaaand the lack of walking and ice cream binge are coinciding nicely with bather season. Can't wait.

I am alive and well though, and have re-read every John Grisham book before he got sappy. I'm still holding my breath for international fame once they figure out what I am. I mean what I have. So far it's looking like Periodic Paralysis is still off the table. And the 'we'll wait until it happens again and hope we can figure it out then' approach is still in full effect. Again, can't wait.

Have I mentioned I'm a real catch?