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Time’s Arrow

For anyone who’s particularly keen to get an insight into this guy’s fear and frustration and confusion and claustrophobia during the early stages of stroke recovery, please sign up for apoplectic.me Tiny Letter distributions, if you haven’t already. I’ll be covering that today.

Twelve of these, with baseball bats; that’s what my stroke looked like. (Credit: Brooklyn’s Café Grumpy.)

But as Longsufferinggirlfriendoftheblogbeth likes to say

It’s OK. We live in the future. He survived.

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