Well, so much for NaBloPoMo. I've been reprimanded for using the internet at work for non-work-related purposes, and sitting in front of my monitor is not a priority at home. Oh, well.
I started playing volleyball again, after a hiatus of several years. My old team captain welcomed me back, and the first game was two weeks ago. Unbeknownst to me, during my absence, the team has been replaced with all new members, and they're playing on the A court now. (Translation: a greater degree of natural athleticism and talent are now prerequisites. Being several years out of practice is not helpful in staging a comeback.) By the second game I was embarrassing myself far less often, which is encouraging. However, I've noticed a disturbing phenomenon: my quads do not forgive me as quickly as they did ten years ago, after suffering overuse. Hellweek used to represent a challenge in terms of retrieving objects dropped to the floor, or standing up from the toilet, but my 18 year-old self was much quicker to recover. Note to self: do not allow this de-conditioning to occur again, because it presumably will worsen after 30.
In other news, I've been trying for several years distribute my lexicon, and the internet represents a viral spread of wittiness for many lucky ducks...so...you know how drinks often arrive with a remnant of the straw's wrapper still encasing its top? Food preparers are apparently trained to leave it there so as to avoid contaminating the drinking-end of the straw. So I termed it (the wrapper remnant) a strawphilactic. Please feel free to distribute it widely.
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