I’m not cut out to be an invalid

Well, I’d better get used to it, because that’s what I am. I was downgraded to doddering geezer status the instant I blew out my knee. In the process, I also became a virtual prisoner in my own home. Mornings are the most terrible. The twenty feet between my bed and the bathroom presents a … Continue reading I’m not cut out to be an invalid

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acrophobic on an 11th floor balcony

Acrophobia, for you sane, well-adjusted types, is a fear of heights. A deep, abiding, knee-knocking, mortal aversion to altitudes above sea level. So what could possess me to scamper out onto my balcony, 110 feet straight up (assuming a mean height of ten feet per floor)? Just one thing I can think of: a soft, … Continue reading acrophobic on an 11th floor balcony