I'm walking as of Tuesday. More of a hobble, really. But as a result I've moved back upstairs (bedroom and office), and I have a max num of times I can manage the stairs per day before the whole right hip apparatus calls it quits with this walking business.
Everyone passes on
And believes in what they want to
If we heal, we can feel something
That we didn't want to
There's a sign for the time
You can read it if you want to
Or everyone will become numb

