Head Games the doc leaves me with the feeling I have CTE even though I never was diagnosed as being post-concussive. Somehow that's comforting to endorse taking no risk when risk seems required. Snot. That's the back door, the backhanded argument when it also could be seen as a voluntary shirking of responsibility. Live and let live applied here and survived the laughter of imagined derision.

My sweet girl came home yesterday woozie from the retina-bombardment, so today's all-WADS (as if I have the POWer to declare that). Thinking that this November MUST show signs of full-recovery, I lapse into football and Pom to be the filler until it happens. Could be worse. Today I'll stay on the bus, forget about Gus and tie that yellow ribbon around my sleeping peter and go with the gratitude now present where woe used to live.