It’s not necessity that’s the mother of invention — it’s desperation. And boredom, in a significant dose. Which brings me, in many connotations of that term, to Lookout Joe’s. It’s a busy morning, and I, the Gimp, have managed to coax out myself a seat on the Fluffy Green Couch.
So now what do I write about?
The fact that walking on crutches burns a heavy dose of calories, way more than simple walking, so that I’m already — unwittingly — starting out on the exercise program that a friend was encouraging me to have. It also means I don’t wear a jacket in 22° weather because it’s simply Too Much Stuff™. People do help you with the door, though, which is nice.
The fact that, on a 22° day, hot chocolate made with real milk is very close to the best thing in the world.
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