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@slothrop No more cycling for you.
https://www.zeit.de/news/2026-10/07/moeglicherweise-freilaufender-puma-nahe-muenchner-flughafen

My goal in life: die before the age of 80. I will never ever be taken into a nursery home.
Why 80? That's about the age my dad and his father were when they started loosing it.

Long ago I had to take my father to a nursery home.
He was doing ok. Recognised good and bad people.
I noticed a ward with beds and about 20 zombies were lying there, dying there.

My dad was, so they told, difficult to maintain. They started a treatment.
Next day my dad had turned into a zombie, unable to express himself, unable to walk.

I became angry and they stopped their treatment, giving him some life back.
I realised later that they get paid by client, the zombies in bed are cheaper.

On this day, five years ago, I died and came back as a geriatric without any energy.
From the outside nothing can be seen but I only have half a day to do things.
I find it all hard to accept.

I should be happy to survive my accident but that happiness is fading. I still have my bad sense of humor and I am capable of doomscrolling on Mastodon.

But that's about it.

Lifecycle of an old building.
It is bought by an investor. It is insured. It burns down. The investor receives insurance money. The building remains are sold.

My black-bird left for a few days, making me worry he was cat lunch.

He's back but now has a different approach.

He sits in the nearest tree and sings, very loud. Waits for me to come out, or leaves.
When I come out he sits on the rain gutter and waits for me to throw some worms on the floor. He then comes down and eats, sometimes sings during lunch.

He has learned that there is a big white beast (dog) that must be avoided hence the different steps.

It has happened. Twitter booted me. I could be sad. Am not. #twittermigration

I have lost my pinned post! Somebody is running around stealing pins! Arrest!