So Autumn is my favorite time of year. It reminds me of the only good thing there is for carrying around the extra 10 inches of polar bear insulation around. I never minded feeling a little chill but now days it seems my joints are protesting and forming discussion groups without me. I am worried they are going to go on a sit down strike.

Sam has now learned a valuable life lesson from our cat Tokui. She wakes up in the morning and drags a comforter to the vent in the dining room and sleeps there until my carcass gets out of bed. Mind you the cat is none to happy about this being old and curmudgeonly at the loss of the warmest place in the house. Gar just becomes more zombie like.

I am becoming narcoleptic after all the physical activity of late. If the words “I will just lay my head down for a second” pop into my head; I should run to the nearest defibrillator and hook myself up. At Williamsburg this last weekend I said “Dinner isnt for an hour and a half, Ill just close my eyes for a sec…” 10 hours later I realized I missed dinner; I slept on for another 5+ hours. Is this important?

But after the MS walk and next weekend doing Williamsburg in bad Rev war shoes, I have only a few shots of back pain. More notable are the bones in my feet are aching, but even that is better than the normal.

Who wants to jump in a leaf pile?

peace and leaf grease