Today is the day after my birthday. I feel fine, but maudlin. I always take inventory the day after my birthday.
Aches and pains? Check.
Strange bruise on my kneecap (what??)
Slight migraine from reading screen in the dark WITHOUT glasses on..oops.
Plans for the day?: I got nothin.
Hamilton? My brain inquires…Probably.
Mostly I am lying here chastising myself for lying here.
This has gone on for an hour now.