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Couldn't get to sleep last night, couldn't stay asleep, was awake at 6:30, leaden-eyed. But the usual plus of scanted sleep and bathroom wakings: I was lithe and limber for almost the whole day. For which I'm grateful because my unoperated knee can be a total crumpling bitch in the mornings, to the point of needing my walker, and the hip flexors have gone back to seizing up as well. Though the cure for that seems to be standing very straight.
The building my chiro is in has gone to locked bathrooms and pass keys because some guy got in and trashed the men's to the tune of about $10,000. A nuisance, but a lot of people who were maybe on the edge before the pandemic are now very much over it, and raging indiscriminately at the world. 'I'm losing my faith in humanity,' he said, and I had to admit that I was regaining mine, thanks mostly to the Rollator. People are always holding doors for me to go in and out of coffee shops, and offering to carry the thing up steps for me, and asking am I OK. Which is half mortifying to the Boomer soul and half very pleasant: as my exquisite hairdresser once said, back in the palmy 80s when there was actually a point in having my hair cut and coloured by a professional, "Never mind love. What I want to be is *cherished*." So yeah, they see me rollin', they helping, and I shall be grateful for it.
The building my chiro is in has gone to locked bathrooms and pass keys because some guy got in and trashed the men's to the tune of about $10,000. A nuisance, but a lot of people who were maybe on the edge before the pandemic are now very much over it, and raging indiscriminately at the world. 'I'm losing my faith in humanity,' he said, and I had to admit that I was regaining mine, thanks mostly to the Rollator. People are always holding doors for me to go in and out of coffee shops, and offering to carry the thing up steps for me, and asking am I OK. Which is half mortifying to the Boomer soul and half very pleasant: as my exquisite hairdresser once said, back in the palmy 80s when there was actually a point in having my hair cut and coloured by a professional, "Never mind love. What I want to be is *cherished*." So yeah, they see me rollin', they helping, and I shall be grateful for it.