Breaking around the corner

Physio ended well. I'm going to walk normally again soon. I'm almost walking normally now but not with the same old flair. It's like one of those walks where one leg is approximately 65% heavier than the other one, which in my case, left is to right. I'm already bow-legged. Better hope it doesn't get worse.

Arifah turns 2. I miss my little niece.

I'm sure a lot of people are aware of the situation already, but try and digest this Point of View. It's nicely put.



By the way, someone has asked me to show the walking stick. There. Now, on to my list of demand... (followed by a failing maniacal laughter that succeeds only to scare little cats of the ledges on some urban houses, which upon closer inspection are found to be not so metropolitical, where cute little kittens normally jump to their feet to maniacal laughters but only when they are lazily sprawling on the ledges hoping to avoid such rare but quite probable occurence.) The Blue Book explains why I was writing this way. I know, I know. it's not as good.

The insight to sentence twister, Douglas Adams way.