Today’s episode consisted of feeding some bits of grass & other plant debris to a small & perfectly safe electric mulching machine. It has to be perfectly safe, so I could pass out using it & not hurt myself.
After much less than an hour of doing this minor task, I was completely frazzled: sore back, slightly wobbly limbs, tired, all of the hallmark reminders that I’m physically damaged.
I kept getting the thing jammed up, too, a sign that I can’t even cut stuff to bits with any talent any more, which is definitely not typical of the prior me. Glad I’d fixed up a customer’s machine in the morning, because if I’d tried to do it in the afternoon, I’d have failed. Miserably.
Note to self: distrust cars by default. Even J Random Peaceful Driver might have malice tucked away in his (or her) furry little heart.
The thing about taking a head injury isn’t so much a focus on having a single big fault to complain about as having dozens of little, annoying things popping up constantly, for years.