Just walking home carrying a 2-gallon jar of milk from the indie convenience store, thinking back to when I was in LA and carrying one gallon that far would weary my arms, to say nothing of the once-equally-armsload bag on the other wrist (with the cane!) that’s nothing now

It’s not just sexual attractiveness, like since as soon as the brain stuff knocked me back a spell I’ve been becoming stronger and more capable, and for the last 8 months at least I’ve not only passed where I was before but I’m constantly the best I’ve ever been, with the sense I don’t hit a ceiling for a bit