But nothing bad happened. It seemed bright, above freezing, and not windy, so I charged off into the outside world for my walk without my ice-pick-tipped cane. Apparently, sidewalk shoveling is not universal in my neighborhood. I had one little slip, but I didn’t hit the ground, so no harm was done. I believe that Zoom yoga might be in order for tomorrow. Or at least take the cane.
Trying a little experiment. 60 minutes of “no tech” time before breakfast. That extends to the Kindle and watch. It’s just me and the Old Bat Cave. For 60 minutes. Much of that time is spent preparing the old body to face the world. And there is a little yoga time. If I finish doing everything that requires doing before the 60 minutes are up I can do some origami or just look out the window. Of course the whole no tech time is being measured by Alexa.
Honestly, why am I wasting so much time going down online ratholes? Ratholes that are owned and operated by billionaire tech boys.
This is the F.P. Journe FFC $850,000. Read about it.
