and for the cheesiest reason too. i was skating in the basement here in my very own home and was just pushing. pushing. and i pulled a fucking groin muscle.

symptom #1 of getting too old to do anything fun or strenuous: you injure yourself applying the equivalent force that it takes to get out of bed.

which is something i am more and more thinking of not doing ever again.

reason #1 that i have been in poor form and horribly scarce lately: my 92-year-old great-grandmother has been having trouble with the part of life that lets you stay alive. she was 8 years old the last time the red sox won the world series. she is little and fiesty. she has a bulldog that loves her and licked her face when she fell down. she knows which family member i am based solely on my height, as i am the tallest in the family. she is one foot two inches shorter than me. she has outlived her husband by nearly 20 years and still bids his spirit good morning. she fell in the bathroom the other day and asked me if this was the way she was going to have to live, worrying about if she can keep her balance. i replied with, "don't worry about it." to which she replied, "i'm ninety-two years old, i have at least another few good decades ahead of me and i'm not going to spend them walking on eggshells." she said this at the top of her lungs.

she has been showing outward signs of having small strokes the past week and has been hospitalized twice in that span.

she insists that in lieu of all terms of endearment i call her supernan.