Drinking from the Fire Hydrant

About cascading failures. and attempts at yet another restart

I have to start facing some things.

I’ve become a consumer of the web rather than a provider. I’ve hid behind alleged writer’s block, and the results are not pretty.

I’m suffering from outrage overload. Not a day goes by without some new government intrusion into private life, some ridiculous decision by a judge or a jury, some inane comment on Facebook by someone that sets me off.

I’m getting old. And it’s ugly.

Not just me brain. My body has hit the “cascading failure” scenario several times recently.I’m depressed. Exercise would help. But the bones in my foot have decide to expand into space occupied by nerves, so every step is painful. The result is an additional twenty pounds, on top of the extra tonnage I already haul about. Which, of course, is only going to aggravate my foot.

Let’s not even talk about blood pressure, ok? I eat and drink too much. I don’t move enough, even when I can.

There are solutions to this, of course. They take time, patience, and persistence. I used to have those in abundance. Now I’m not so sure.

So I’m posting this here for those of you who still bother to keep up with me. That’s your reward for following me faithfully: you are now on the hook to watch me as I attempt to step back from the brink of … what? Age? Neglect? Over-indulgence?

How I got here doesn’t really matter, if I never get back.

So, I have to get back.

Soon.