I went to my appointment with my doctor and he told me I needed to go to the climbing gym today. I met up with a few climbing buddies and hung out with them for a while. I didn’t feel like climbing today, but at least I got some climbing buddy time in. That made me feel somewhat better. My wrist was sore today, but that wouldn’t have stopped me from climbing if I had felt better. I’m having a hard time getting through the grief of my Pop passing away. This is a very difficult kind of pain to work through. There’s no manual for parenting, but there’s no manual for losing a parent, either! PTSD doesn’t help. I’ll get through it, though. Have to get back to climbing!
Content Rating PG, for the most part
I try to keep the content of my posts in the PG range (meaning that maybe your 13-year-old should not read it... Just kidding!) - you know, something I could get away with tastefully in the town square without getting lynched, tarred-and-feathered, or hung (and something my mother would NOT wash my mouth out with soap for). As far as what age you have to be to understand some of the subtleties of my humor in writing and/or speaking, well... That may vary. A lot.
