As the pain in my shoulder diminishes, I am noticing other, less bothersome ones. Like the spasm in my back when I pick up a grain bucket, the tension in my ribs when I inhale, and the disgust in my gustatory tract when I think about politics. (You may have to have the fonts: impact, alien league, and Tom's Headache, installed, to get the full visual effect here.)

Other blogs at this time are churning out mini-, midi-, and even maxi-essays on the topics endemic to new-year rants. Often these pertain to the significance or lack thereof, of presents and the exchange thereof. This comes to mind because Kevin brought some presents from a get-together that I could not attend. There are no tags, so I don't know to whom I owe thanks. Kevin explained the from's and to's, but I can't remember them all. So, thank you everyone! Presents, after all, define in a loose statistical way, who all is part of a particular group.

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