Movement

Actually managed to walk yesterday.  31 minutes, down to the overlook above the water and up to my preferred watering hole for a healthful glass of red wine.  Except that one glass of red wine isn’t healthy any more, and is now considered a thing that will kill me. Fuck it. Life without red wine would be awful.  And longer while being awful.  I remember the story of John LeMesurier being told to stop drinking or it would kill him immediately.  After a year, he told his family he just wasn’t happy without a drink.  So he started drinking again and lived another ten years or something, entirely healthily by all accounts until he, in his own words, “conked out.”

Today is three days into a medication course I have to take for some opportunistic disease bullshit I picked up at the end of my bout with this year’s Death Flu, and after that it’s time for this year’s round of blood tests, since I remain a Medical Mystery and now I am of an age where I need to be screened for diabetes every now and then.  Pity they told me that after I was sick with flu for four weeks and ate cakes because I was miserable.  Whoops.

Check out the light over the water yesterday.

READING: THE 36 DRAMATIC SITUATIONS, Mike Figgis (UK) (US)

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