Plan B…or Z…or ZZZ…

Something frustrating I’ve come across is the fact that every time I come up with a new plan or a new interest, someone comes along and crushes it.  With glee, on top of it all.  Then I end up calling my doctor – God bless the man – and he says, “Well, we’ll just have to come up with a Plan B…”  I told the Doc today that I was on plan Triple Z!  “Well, we’ll just have to come up with a Plan B.”  I’m glad he’s a patient man and that I’m affable enough that he puts up with me.  There’s a special place in the afterlife for people like him – a particularly calm one where peace abounds.  So, Plan B…  Plan B is to continue climbing, regardless of my route setter’s status.  I’m going to continue to do what makes me the happiest, which is climbing.  That’s my plan.  Always.

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