Choices. A week ago I decided to take my chances with heart attacks and GI bleeds in exchange for less leg pain and more sleep. A friend suggested going gluten free. Well, I’ll not dismiss this without a test drive. But, not during the holiday eating season! Not to mention beer.
For the last week, I have been using ibuprofen and turmeric. My legs are better. Well, they feel better. There is a difference. For the coming week, I will try cutting the ibuprofen in half.
And I have been tweaking my exercise routine. I fear that I will have to add swimming to my daily routine back at The Asylum. We have an old, highly chlorinated indoor pool. I dislike indoor pools. But, I’ll just have to deal with it.
A man called “Mad Dog” felt compelled to resign as SecDef. The government is headed for a shutdown. The market has tanked. Party like it is 1929.
PS. It is really one of the strangest day’s in the history of the republic.
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On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron. H.L. Menchen, Baltimore Sun, July 26, 1920.