The cat is getting better. I might get it this time.
The Twilight Zone
The Last Time. I hate to think about “last” times. At somewhere between 80 and dead, last times come entirely too fast.
This afternoon, while messing with 2022 photos, I found a “last” time. In the winter of 2023, I didn’t swim out very far from the shore. In late 2022, I didn’t realize I was going out that far for the last time. And it’s better that way. Things sorta slide into “I don’t do that anymore”. As opposed to “I can’t do that anymore”.