The Problem of Pain

This post isn’t an extended whine. I say this because otherwise it might sound uncommonly like it.

But it’s not. It’s actually more of a “uh, my body doesn’t work as planned.”

Also, this post isn’t about my sons, when it would be “the problem of pains.” Not that they are pains, I mean. By and large they’re surprisingly decent human beings, but having that many people in the house interferes with my writing. Actually I’ve determined having anyone but Dan around interferes with my writing. There’...