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Not so Fast

This afternoon I spent an hour and a half at the physical therapists. I arrived there at about the same time as one of my high school classmates. While mounting the stationary bike to loosen up his recently injured knee he commented that our age is finally catching up with the speed limit about the same time we are unable to reach it. As I asked another “inmate” what she was in for, Corenna, one of the associate PT’s retorted about our propensity to keep returning. I commented that some of us have been there so much that we get billed for the building rent along with the PT bill. And we need to keep coming back in order to make it worth the money. Aren’t we lucky? Later.

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