A dose of Reality this morning. I fell. I'm not hurt, just scraped my knee. But for the first time I've got nothing but PD to blame it upon.
It's time to face reality. This doesn't mean that I'm going to be a shut in. Just a little more careful.
Now the difficult part. How to hide a skinned knee from my wife. Any suggestions?
There is a difference between men and women. I look at the result, which is nothing. She looks at the cause. She's right of course. She's afraid of the future. I want to continue along "big, fat,dumb and happy.'" Somewhere in between lies the answer.