Welp. I'm 50 as of last Tuesday. By 2:PM that day, I had a cold and was in bed. Pretty much didn't emerge again until Saturday around 4:PM when the cold went away as fast as it had arrived.

Last time I was actually sick was more than two years ago. (Wife and I tried to remember when, and couldn't come up with a time between our wedding and now. So... maybe longer?)

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My involvement with the local pro rugby team continues, and I'm getting a lot of satisfaction being a part of the sport and culture of rugby, again. It's such a wonderful community of straight-up humble gentlemen and women, with big hearts, and a deeply rooted belief in fair play and sportsmanship. It's also a cultural melting pot, with heavy representation from almost every continent and culture! So refreshing to be in a truly multicultural environment again.

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Twitter.

I'm gonna have to eat crow on this polished turd, unfortunately.

In a post on Hubski, I set a timeline for the demise of Twitter at roughly 18 months, as I predicted it would be crushed under the wave of Trumpian bullshit and lies, entirely negating it as a platform of any utility or purpose.

Now, I have a twitter account. (embarrassed hanging of head ensues)

This is solely for my rugby efforts, and therefore the feed is highly tuned to rugby news and chatter only, and almost completely devoid of the Orange Menace and his ilk. And so it is fun. I see people chatting about league games in Africa, and Tonga, and Japan, and Wales, and talking passionately about teams and players I will never get to see. But their excitement and passion for the sport is infectious and fills my well of positive feelings and good news.

So, fuck Twitter. But I'm loving it.