I feel so old. I know that I, being 25, don't exactly have the right to say that, but it's true. I have all sorts of ailments--wrist, knee, foot, eye--and it all adds up. But it's really the wrist thing that bothers me all the time, reminds me how frail our bodies are.

My organist friend Chris wears gloves around all the time to protect that part of his body crucial to his work: his hands. I remember thinking at the time, does it really make a difference? Now I know better. I wear gloves when I bike now, every time.

It's so easy to take our hands for granted. You don't realize how often you use them until you can't, or it hurts every time you do. But then I think, what part of your body _isn't_ important? You kind of need everything to be there. Your knees, your eyes, your teeth, your lungs, your kidneys... we need them all. But how often do we do take the steps necessary to ensure that they keep working as long as we need them? Or, put another way, how often to we abuse and damage our own bodies without even knowing it?

To readers of my blog: Sorry I haven't posted recently. My blog was threatening to have time zone issues, plus the pain, yadda yadda. More regular service should be resuming. Thank you for your support and cooperation. Gam-sia li e ji-chi gap pwe-hap.