…..she asked me how I was doing, and I nonchalantly glanced up and replied okay. That wasn’t being dishonest and was at least partially true, I guess; I didn’t frankly lie to her. At the bare minimum, I am still moving about—albeit in slow, zombie-like motion with a concentration level that probably most closely matches a pygmy shrew’s—and doing various activities above the soil without thankfully comprising a minuscule part of it. Yet. That’s right—YET. “Yet” is the operative word here and the only word that truly matters out of the millions or so that make up the English lexicon. I know there’s much much more to life than this paltry benchmark but, hey, it’s a start at least…..
Fred's Soapbox 