Yesterday I got the cracked tooth fixed. and then I ordered and devoured a shaking beef sandwich from the Vietnamese take out joint across the street. It's on Ocean west side of 19th. 2.5 joint rating.
Today I go to the doctor to hopefully get some back relief.
This is what getting old involves. Multiple doctors visits in a five day span of a week. You kids stay in shape, and most of all don't get old.
My new bike has arrived, and is being assembled. I'm excited of course. I pick it up tomorrow, but I might not be able to ride it because of the back. Lovely. I haven't ridden in over a week and I feel like a fat blob of an old man.
This reinforces my theory that blogging leads to increased episodes of whining. I'm thankful to have a doctor I can see when I have the need, and that I can have another bike to ride.
Pizza tonight. Pity food.
That's it.
Life is what happens in between meals.
Peace,
Make Food/Not War
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