Lately, the soreness has been beckoning like an unwanted houseguest who believes that hospitality exists intertwined with the present tense. I do not believe that I have aggravated a prior injury, but rather… I conclude that I have activated a previous engagement that has always been regrettably…cut short. Predetermined and hopefully forgotten, on the good days, I can almost feel myself gently sliding from ruffled pages too worn to bond with even the stickiest of a self manufactured adhesive. Ambling is as safe as the crown on the setting sun, even if tomorrow it will always awake feeling a tad wet. Still when I am sent for, I do not plan on keeping my alias waiting. He has a certain charm that way, slippery moves and a mashed whit spark a rooting interest in even the most neutral of oglers. Unfortunately, I am not Switzerland and I am not in control like those who spread out to celebrate. I would rather not stand for fear of nervous applause. Even in admiration, I have very few fans who can fold the distance.