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I'm a writer, publishing both as SJ Rozan and, with Carlos Dews, as Sam Cabot. (I'm Sam, he's Cabot.) Here you can find links to my almost-daily blog posts, including the Saturday haiku I've been doing for years. BUT the blog itself has moved to my website. If you go on over there you can subscribe and you'll never miss a post. (Miss a post! A scary thought!) Also, I'll be teaching a writing workshop in Italy this summer -- come join us!
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Progress report

Predictions were not far off: I am, in fact, almost walking like Homo Sapiens again. With the Ace bandage, still, and slowly; but almost no noticeable limp. At least another month before running, basketball, whatever, though. And I tell you, it's driving me nuts, this lack of movement. To the point where I took the plunge, literally, and swam yesterday. Swimming was my favorite sport when I was a kid and it wasn't a sport, it was playing in the water. But laps? Or jumping into the freezing ocean? Please. (As far as I'm concerned, by the way, the ocean is ALWAYS freezing, even in August.) Nevertheless, because I've started to dream I'm about to go running, I bought a swimming cap, which the Y requires, and did it. Managed 1/8 of a mile, might have done more except my eyes were burning. That was yesterday, and they're still burning. Will swim again tomorrow, but will pick up some goggles first!


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