On Age and Suppleness.

You know what? When I had my shower today I found that I could push my left arm up my back from the waist, and my right arm down from the shoulder, and make the fingers on both hands touch. It’s the first time I’ve been able to do that since the operation two years ago. Does this mean that I’m getting ready for heaven or that the shoulder rolls I do every night are working?

And then I listened to this…

… and realised something odd: Getting under the desk to pick up my pen takes rather more effort than it used to, but I can still dance like a tipsy cobra. (But not for very long.) What a shame that getting under the desk to pick up a pen has more practical merit than dancing like a tipsy cobra.