December 28, 2011. I fought the drawer and the drawer won

Today, I turn 55, and I don't feel a day over 55. Now somebody is bound to say that 55 is the new 40. That occurs only in a speed zone.

I'm having one of those rough PD mornings. You know the kind. I'm back from my walk, and don't feel like going out again for the rest of the day. The second pills should change that.

I've told you about the vivid dreams that PD causes. Sometimes I actually act them out Last week, I had a fight with my night table. I fought the drawer and the drawer won!

It's getting to the point where I sometimes sleep through them. Today I woke up with a painful ankle. I don't know if I hurt it taking a jump shot or stopping a Hockey puck. I do know that it happened late, because it didn't make the morning editions.

This is a strange world that I now live in. The lines between reality and fantasy are blurred.

December 12, 2011. Challenge Me.

Do you know someone whose skills have been diminished? I suppose that the politically correct way to refer to it is "challenged." What a silly way to refer to it. I'm not "challenged," because nobody lets me do the things that would challenge me!

I still practice law, but it's the same mundane things that I've done for nearly 30 years. Not much new.

If I take a walk, my cellphone has to be on and fully charged. My kingdom for an isolation booth! The problem is not that people are checking on me. The problem is that they can.

So I've become deceitful. I just don't answer the cellphone. If my sojourn takes me into the City, I say that I'm in the neighborhood.

I realize that everybody thinks that they're acting in my best interests, but there is a lot to be said for independence as a quality of life issue.

Right now I move slower than I once did. My legs get tired. My right leg shakes a bit. I know where every park bench is located, but I'm hardly "challenged." I'll turn 55 in two weeks. My Dad successfully changed careers at 55. I'm too young to be put out to pasture.