Stepping Off the Curb

Quelle tristesse. Struck down while crossing the boulevard. By a Peugeot, no less. Ah, friends. The irony is not lost on me.

This singular misfortune left Le Boulevardier with a broken back. And after almost four weeks in the hospital I now reside in a rehabilitation center, where I struggle to regain the strength in my back and legs to be able to simply walk again!

Who could imagine that it could be so difficult to do so simple a thing, an activity most all of us have been doing freely and thoughtlessly since we’ve been children?

Ah, well. Such things can happen when one steps off the curb of the boulevard. And there is no sense in assigning fault or blame. Things remain as they are, and assigning fault or blame ameliorates nothing.

While I remain in this, alas, pitiable state you may follow my progress in greater detail here. In the alternative you may find simple joy in a good Bordeaux and the wit of Oscar Wilde. Such a clever fellow.