There are signs everywhere, I should prophesize??

I got up this morning and hit the scales, naked (don't visualize, please! it isn't polite), and I was 186.5 pounds (ain't an ounce of truth in that number), so I did it again, and was 189.0 pounds, same lie different verse, then 191.5 pounds was my high (nothing changed except time), and when the last time I got on the scale it was 186.5 pounds I decided to quit weighing - the numbers aren't really important - especially if they aren't true and you don't believe in them. So I didn't bother finding out what the blood pressure was today. Had my breakfast and got out the door to find a package from Freds in RAMSEUR, NC 27316 --- all night it had been waiting for my attention. Cool, my Marine shooting jacket (now have two to shoot twice as much), and a t-shirt that Defines Rifleman, wonderfully and has SHOOTING the only sport endorsed by the Founding Fathers, along with advice on shooting skills and TARGETS, lovely targets, lots of lovely targets. So I check it all out, and go back outside to move the garbage to the curb and put on jogging shoes, pick up the hand weights and go jog. Constuction on the short route, I back up and take the longer one. I think about riding my motorcycle last night - dark and cool, and if I am on the motorcycle and dry - that is always Cool. When I got home the lights were on, the garage door shut, I made the turn around and rode up the drive to the landing strip. Shut the machine off and back up a bit, and looking over my shoulder notice the door is open, my little garage door opener works on sound of purring Trusty Triumph and I am welcome in, to soup and salad and a kiss and a smile. About the signs everywhere? don't worry about the minutia, keep that little garage door opener working and happy --- She doesn't fear me falling on my bike, having seen that several times - what she may fear is the day I don't get up and lift it back on its wheels and ride home to her. Better do some more pushups.