So a few weeks ago I bought a bicycle — no gears, reverse pedal for brake, your basic no-frills cheapo.  Just like the Schwinn I grew up on but a lot cheaper, and lighter. 

Figured as long as I didn’t play in traffic or challenge a tree I might use it to retain just a smidgen of the present, or if really lucky, even a whiff of the past.  In any case, holding off the future, if only briefly, and only partially, well, that has to be a win, no?

Yeah, well, the old saying nobody escapes this life alive does have its little jibs and jabs along the way, too.

Surgeon said my system will take a few more weeks to become “normal” after that colon surgery.  Uh huh.  That would be the one that would have been totally unnecessary except for my complete stupidity and stubbornness.  Ya, that one.

Those weeks have passed and then some.

So today, I am officially a geezer.  I’m not in the box yet and the lid isn’t on, but it’s leaning against the ready bag of nails. 

My newly purchased container of Metamucil now sits on the desk.

The new “normal” just sucks.

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EDIT:  Oh yeah.  The coup de grâce is in having to add the M-word to the spell check dictionary.   :-(