The End of 2016 Was Painful

On New Year’s Eve morning, running for a ball on a damp tennis court, I slipped, fell and broke my left wrist!  Still had a wonderful time that evening with old friends, but now the reality of hunt-and-peck typing is settling in.  And thanks for the suggestion, but I don’t want to be a dictator.  In Benn Marr’s world of 2196, a computer would simply recombine DNA from multiple species (rhinoceros?  A chunk of coral reef?) in order to generate a therapeptide promoting rapid bone growth, but alas, in 2017 all we have is Norco and an icebag.  Actually, I wouldn’t mind a recombinant psychopeptide that would stop me from chasing after every ball.  Happy New Year to current and future readers!

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