to be 25, with a few battle wounds

I should probably go back to 24 because 25 hasn't started off that well.  Not sure where my mind is, most likely on summer shutdown mode.  I was attempting to make lunch today but only got to slicing the bread.  Then the knife decided to slice my thumb.  It was a pretty deep cut so I headed into lakeview clinic and tried to convince the doc to let me stitch it up myself.   It didn't work, but at least I didn't cut the tendon.  Fortunately, the race on Saturday is a duathlon so I don't have to swim.  I'm going to go sit outside now and contemplate what life was like when I was young and invisible.