First off, apologies for being away so long. We'll explain just why in a moment.
It appears that your intrepid scribe has inherited something called essential familial tremors from some of his forebears. Essentially, what happens is, if I were to try and touch the tip of your nose, I would end up poking you when one of your eyes, and wouldn't know which eye beforehand. This makes things like writing& handling anything with your hands, to be candid, rather difficult. I have been told by many doctors that I don't have Parkinson's syndrome, and that while this is annoying, proper medication and other compensatory strategies will help me greatly. I fear my career as a juggler is over. However, if you ever need a martini shaken, I'm your man.
When you're accustomed to doing things on your own, there is an obvious adjustment phase that one goes through in accepting the help of friends and family to do things that you normally would do yourself. If you asked the members of my family, they might testify that yours truly has had some difficult moments with this adjustment. They would be correct in that assessment.
So what is the sum and substance of all of this? Your intrepid scribe has to compensate, move on, and quit whining about it. After all, it's baseball season.
Next time, I promise a post more topical and less self absorbed.
Until then,
Excelsior!
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