If it weren’t for nursing various addictions over the years, that all risks aside at least had the benefit of kicking my ass into gear; it’s possible I’d still be laying belly down on the hardwood/grass/sand/whatever flat surface happened to be handy... my skull staring blankly at a wall, or infinity. Blink blink. Blink blink. Captured by the inertia storm.
Bob, my free range lizard is back. Maybe he's been hibernating in my apartment for the winter. The way I detected him was that I found something that had not been in the household all winter. He seems to put his droppings where he knows I'll see them. So now I have to buy some romaine lettuce for him. He's great at showing himself when he knows I can't grab him. Also, he's too fast for me to catch. I love him. He's not really a pet. He eats bugs and I'm very happy, because he's a great bug exterminator.