Yes, I have toes. Clench- yes, all ten seem to be there. Ankles still move without too much pain, flex calves, knees, thighs..

Kegel- yeah, all the junk is in place and seems to be responding, move hips, arch back, ribcage a bit sore but that’s common, shoulders, yes, left arm, yes, make a fist, ok, doesn’t feel like I hit anything too hard with that last night, right arm, elbow a bit sore, make fis..ow. Well, I won’t do THAT again soon, whatever it was. Neck? stiff but working, open eyes.

Time was, saturday mornings I often started my day (and sometimes sundays too) taking inventory, because I’d often wake up after having been in some sort of a rhubarb the night before. I learned not to open my eyes first because that often led to other kinds of badness, it was good to take physical inventory first in case I would be called upon to do something physical in a great big hurry, like flee from a small group of naked achondroplastic dwarves. (It happened.)(Don’t ask)

There were those times when I discovered something broken or sprained, there were times when i woke up firmly attached to something, there were those times when I wished I’d spent a bit more time talking to Wamba on the big white phone the night before, as to not have so much alcohol in my system all night long.

I’m glad I no longer have to wake up wondering if I had done something really bad the night before, I don’t miss the unpleseant surprises. I do miss the occasional adventure, though.