Dear Friends and Random PassersBy,
I'm typing this standing up, with my chest puffed up as best as I can manage. I'm also being very surreptitious about it because The Other Half is home today, down with the flu. And if he saw me at the computer, he'd have a hissy fit. Sick or not, he's a very accomplished debater [as he calls nagging].
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I think I may have some RSI from blogging too much. My neck hurts. My shoulder hurts. My right arm is all tingly. And I haven't slept properly in days because there's no comfortable position to rest my head. In short, whinge, whinge, boohoo. I'm in pain, please feel sorry for me.
I'd like to be able to blame this pain on my capoeira master who, this week, gave us some fantastic new explosive push-ups to do. Only 5 at a time, repeated a few times. If the spring chickens in the class had problems doing them, imagine how this old hen felt. Yes, I'd bravely like to blame him, because the chances of him reading this post are nil. [Unless of course, some other friend reading this does a Julian Assange.]
But I fear I cannot. It is, without doubt, the hours I spend in front of the computer [mostly blogging] that's done me in.
Oh no, I hear The Other Half moving about. He's woken up and come downstairs and I may be in mortal danger.
So I'm quickly going to finish up.
I have to take a break from posting and commenting for a while. Just till the neck sorts itself out, which may be by the weekend for all I know, in which case I would have written and published a perfectly useless post. I'll try to read and comment as much as I can, but you know how verbose I can be, even in my comments, so that may or may not work.
Crap. I think I've been caught out. So okay, goodbye for now.
Letters To Santa 2017 — Morgan
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