3 AM test flight
I woke up Saturday morning with one heck of a shoulder shoulder-neck muscle on the right side. I must have slept on it badly. It continues to hurt today, though it may be improving. Not sure.
When I wake up at 3 AM to use the bathroom, no matter how much I stagger and wobble as I walk, I take it as a reassuring thing. We're all at our most clumsy, our most impaired during the 3 AM bathroom run. And to me it's like a test flight, pushing the envelope and proving that there's still some capacity left in the machine. If I can stagger at 3 AM, it proves that I'll still be able to walk, in some fashion, for a little while yet.