I'm The Luckiest Guy I Know, her name's Pura. A chef, stunning, nice to me, all kinda cool stuff.
Good morning. It's morning here. I'm on the treadmill, where in the hell are you? Mhm.
Speaking of repair speed. I had a follow up apt this week, he's happy, so much so, we're gonna space my apts farther out now. Every once in awhile I catch an analogy that sticks like the speed of hair growth. <- Good one. Just recently he said it's not gonna happen overnight but commended my health and some other things and said he thinks I'll be back at it by spring. Said the process is, "like watching a glacier form."
Dayum! Good one. Can't tell by eye it's taking shape but bet your ass it is.
Apparently I didn't go back far enough. Or maybe I'm so tuned into my own recovery I haven't noticed anyone else's, how rude of me, what are you recovering from?
I like the way you specified physical in recovery. = }