I’ve discovered something about myself in the last week or so, or perhaps I should say I’ve rediscovered it. I just can’t live without climbing. I don’t know how I ever did. If I’m not climbing, I’m not really living! I haven’t really lived in a week, and it’s terribly painful and lonely. My wrist injury and the much older ankle injury need climbing to remain strong, as well. Without climbing, they’ll soon be so weak that I’ll have to wear a brace on both again, and not just on my wrist. I’ll be dumb as mud and my problem-solving abilities will fall out the window without climbing. I need to climb. I just do better when I climb. I have many crises going on in my life right now, and all could be downgraded if I went climbing. It won’t happen today, unfortunately, but I’m aiming for tomorrow!
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.