The Days Grow Shorter September 23, 2007
Posted by littlebangtheory in climbing.Tags: Autumn, climbing
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And there’s less time to play outdoors after work.
Unless you bring a lantern 😉
Welcome Autumn, the best time to climb in New England.
And me all lame and shit.
Little Bang Theory 
Tell us you’re not climbing! I mean, I don’t want to nag, but is this part of your treatment plan?
Oh, and, happy autumn.
geeezzz, stay offa the rocks kid!
happy autumn
I can’t, sherry. Best I can manage is to muck around on the feeble stuff, and as often as not retreat in pain from half-way up. It’s like oxygen to me, or music, or food, or passion. And right now, without climbing or a passionate relationship, I’m feeling pretty much half-alive.
I’m trying to be grateful for that; but I sure do miss making love.
And awife, my treatment plan currently consists of trying to walk the line between laying down and dying and being as active as my condition allows. It’s a gray zone to be sure, but it’s where I find myself at this time, and I gotta make do.
i understand, oh i do, believe me, but don’t risk worse.
Shit. Asking you not to climb is like asking Perlman not to play the violin. Just because he broke a finger. Climbing of course.
Love you! Carry on!
😉