A couch potato learns things rarely change

Three months on one’s back gives one plenty of time for thought. Sadly most of it seems to take the shape of shamefully sinful grousing—whining about the pains, whining about being confined to the couch, whining about the utter unfairness of it all.

The answer to the eternal question “Why me, O Lord?” is, of . . . → Read More: A couch potato learns things rarely change