Now that I
am recuperating and licking my wounds (don't take that literally) I feel I am
on my way to recovery.
Anna and I
agree that I am too old to run gracefully.
My balancing body-gadget just isn't what it used to be.
Anna asked
me not to run anymore. I said I
wouldn't, but left room (or loophole) for a future unknown situation that might
come up:
Like, what
if I suddenly have a lady's purse in my possession and a policeman is in hot
pursuit?
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