Nightcap 04/11/12

I’m finally starting to feel normal again. It’s taken me about three weeks to get over this tomato infection. But it’s gone now. I’m healthy.

I’m ready to resume the more physical aspects of my work. The repeated lifting and setting back down of objects that do not belong to me, directly in front of their owner, will start again. And without gloves.

Once more I will put on my weighted socks. Once more I will thicken my mustache. Once more I will assume the role of Town Pointer and provide silent assistance to local traffic and merchant signage.

“As you can see, citizen, this is a No Passing Zone.”

“This water-bubbling establishment welcomes seeing-eye dogs.”

Illness is unavoidable. No man is perfect. But I will not let illness define me. I will not let illness limit me.

Life is for many things. Most of them involve open flame. All of them require refusal. Refusal of defeat. Refusal of regret. Refusal of ugliness, inherited or otherwise.

All of the worthwhile acts require an incredible, working heart carved from diamonds.

About Chris Weagel

Chris Weagel writes about the intersection of technology and parenting for Wired Magazine. No he doesn't. He can't stand that shit.

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