Not only do I have the extra hour they took from me last Spring back, but I have all the rain that I missed (lightly) during the dry Summer, and since I was motorcycling I wasn't missing it too much. The heavy drops pelt the skylight and rock on the roof, the water flows down to the gutters and down the down spout and out onto the lawn. The moss will love it, the moles will build more drainage to stay a bit dry, but the grubs and worms they feed on will like the moisture.
Hibernation begins, staying inside instead of running along the roads, my wife is much better about hitting the treadmill than I, but I can do it when I don't get distracted by what I found on the computer or the mindless mush of the television - now in HDTV - better pictures but same commercials framed by folks that don't know how I think. One day they will surprise me, but it will never get repeated. We did decide that the YMCA wasn't for us, the Air Base and Fort Lewis have the same facilities and equipment if we need them, and in the end driving somewhere to exercise only makes sense if one is going to be social at the same time - team sports or events for charity. Otherwise sweat at home, run that heart rate up and then get the hot shower and pose in front of the bedroom mirror (better not imagine that - we are Seniors far beyond foxy fifties). Although my wife did get some cute pink patterned pajamas and top to lounge around in after her workouts, I just slide on old gray sweats and a muscle shirt (muscles only in the name not on the body).
Cup number three of coffee, the mind is working. My blood pressure was good this morning, the weight excessive - stupid candy eating fool I am, should have frozen it until next Halloween, or taken it to leave at the church. Anything except gobble it down - chocolate and sugar - when it comes time to report the cause of my demise - look for the wrappers before your eyes - chocolate and sugar - no surprise. CSI will only have to find out who bought the goodies and charge them. See how boring that episode would be?
Well, nothing to write about, the darkness is waiting outside, the rain still striking the roof and I have time after devotions to exercise, breakfast, clean up and go off to work. I must pay those bills and the taxes, millions of us must pay the bills and the taxes, billions of us must pay the bills and the taxes, what was that about the hamster wheel whirling on?
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Doncha know when we kick off, the mortician won't have to inject as much "stuff" in us, 'cause we'll already be full of preservatives? ;>)
Heh... Jeffro said it, but think too of all the C-rats/K-rats we ate... That stuff was 20-30 years old and still "good" if that is a possible definition!
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