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epilogue wrote:

Jorge wrote:Spent all afternoon in the pool listening to Todd Rundgren

Weirdest sentence posted on the internet by anyone under 50 years old

It’s not like he was cold plunging.

epilogue wrote:

Jorge wrote:Spent all afternoon in the pool listening to Todd Rundgren

Weirdest sentence posted on the internet by anyone under 50 years old

Jorge wrote:

epilogue wrote:

Jorge wrote:Spent all afternoon in the pool listening to Todd Rundgren

Weirdest sentence posted on the internet by anyone under 50 years old

I ran out of good songs about two hours in, but I just went back and listened to those again

tommy wrote:

96583UP wrote:stomach pain all day

if told me was a building norovirus would believe it

also took a 2h nap randomly

maybe covid

dunno

RIP

doug rr wrote:one of those atmospheric rivers here today..not going to leave the house

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

doug rr wrote:one of those atmospheric rivers here today..not going to leave the house

does this mean diarrhea

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

doug rr wrote:one of those atmospheric rivers here today..not going to leave the house

does this mean diarrhea

doug rr wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

doug rr wrote:one of those atmospheric rivers here today..not going to leave the house

does this mean diarrhea

I wish...I have to make pasta sauce most of the day to take to Vancouver on Thursday..also a casserole

dad wrote:

doug rr wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

doug rr wrote:one of those atmospheric rivers here today..not going to leave the house

does this mean diarrhea

I wish...I have to make pasta sauce most of the day to take to Vancouver on Thursday..also a casserole

what kind of casserole?

Strat wrote:Blood work for me tomorrow. Been a rough year health wise, so im expecting the worst!

Strat wrote:Plantar Fasciitis. Achy Back/Spine/Neck. Sprained wrist since May of 2024 (MRI shows no major damage), bad sleep, stress. Weight Gain.

It all started with the Bells Palsy last February. 6 weeks of prednisone destroyed me. And i moved. Big stuff.

Labs came back all normal though normal can mean different things. Low Vitamin D, high cholesterol, and high glucose that is concerning (just out of normal range). However, this can all be getting in the way of good sleep and body healing which has struggled. Lethargy, fatigue. Etc...

been a rough year.

Detoxing now, committing to cardio and yoga again.

Will be a brand new me in no time.

Strat wrote:Plantar Fasciitis. Achy Back/Spine/Neck. Sprained wrist since May of 2024 (MRI shows no major damage), bad sleep, stress. Weight Gain.

It all started with the Bells Palsy last February. 6 weeks of prednisone destroyed me. And i moved. Big stuff.

Labs came back all normal though normal can mean different things. Low Vitamin D, high cholesterol, and high glucose that is concerning (just out of normal range). However, this can all be getting in the way of good sleep and body healing which has struggled. Lethargy, fatigue. Etc...

been a rough year.

Detoxing now, committing to cardio and yoga again.

Will be a brand new me in no time.

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.