Keepin' It Local

So I'm sitting here at my desktop tonight (which in reality is a Toshiba laptop with a broken screen, connected to an ancient White Westinghouse monitor - and is also cranky, slow, and old, much like its owner. But hey, it's got Windows 10, so there's that); and I can barely move. If I stand up to move around, I can't even straighten my right leg. And since my cozy little apartment is a two-level, I have to gingerly step down from my breakfast nook (where the glorified laptop is set up) to the bedroom area. Oh, the joys of Fibromyalgia, not to mention getting old. But I digress. So how did I come to this current state of physical "distress," you might ask? Well, as the late, great Paul Harve

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