This lizard’s in better shape than I am.
I am still shaken up by that doctor’s pronouncement of doom on me, and it interferes with my thought process. It was only yesterday. Reach for the sky, boyo. Time to start lookin’ for a grave site. And so forth.
Meanwhile, I’m lucky if I can write anything at all. For those of you who crave Joe Collidge, Byron the Quokka, and Oy, Rodney–well, I’m sorry, but there just ain’t any oomph in me today.