You notice the flowers on your thorax driven walk around. Some are flourishing, some fading. The fading ones are in the ground - getting water. Trying to extend the seasons is a metaphor for staying with habits based on yester-millennial imperatives.

It was meant to be a conversation. The best thing about ixnaying the past as a 1/2 day long rehash is keeping up with now. The worst thing is recalling the pleasure just as long as you get back to what's going on as you write this. Like the reason you did the walk:
Think about that exact moment when your pain made you nauseous. You Fred Sanford'd a little and now you're dexterous, it seems. Handwriting on the wall or thank you mitochondrial magic - we're not prepping for the anesthesia yet.

Bed rest and light duty apply even when the daily output is already slight. When I was 73 it was a very good year, so here's to renewal