trying to jog this morning

"Were you actually trying to jog this morning?"

How about that! I'm feeling more ambitious. May as well get more calorie-killing value for my time and sweat. The idea of popping up my muscles a little doesn't hurt either.

"But you did not really achieve a full jog, did you?"

I guess not. I was surpised by how hard it was. I was not nearly this bad when I last fell for this kind of enthusiasm.

"Mmm, when you had happy dreams in your head of working up a sweat bouncing around between the sheets in Gabriella's bed, all the way in sunny Florida."

Yeah. Seven long years ago. Of course, I was not exactly in athletic shape then either, but at least I could jog. Not now or at least not much. This extra twenty pounds on my gut is no joke to be lugging around, nor is the greater girliness of my muscles.

Nevertheless, I do think that I will be able to work my way back up to a full jog. I am still feeling very good about this. I really hope it sticks. If no other real value is served by this trifle of exercise, I can tell that it is very good for my mental wakefullness - like it really gets the juices flowing and the thoughts going. I always feel this way though, and I always fall back into my decrepit lassitude.

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She's obviously gone big for make-up. I guess she realizes that youth doesn't last forever and she better make the most of it, and she certainly has plenty to work with.

"Maybe you should have kissed her ass more."

I don't think it would have mattered. My loser life would be too contemptible for her. And then there is my misogynist streak, in contrast to her super-feminism. I am just lucky that we somehow connected for a few years.

Cheater, cheater, cupcake eater!</

"Cheater, cheater, cupcake eater!"

What, you have cupcakes? Where? Just kidding. Yeah, I shouldn't have had that coke. What makes it worse is that I had two teas with my super-heavy barbecue chicken dinner. I was set on not having a coke tonight. But Pop bought some fresh sandwich meat and I was in the middle of a good movie -

"And that iron will of yours failed you."

I crumpled.

a storm brewing?

"Is that a storm brewing?"

It looks, sounds, feel, and even smells like it. And I'm a little worried about Sammy. I know he cheated me by skipping out all day, but I would have expected him to show for dinner. It's rather late now, and I wouldn't mind getting him inside.

"There wasn't anything in the forecast."

Not a peep. And I just checked again: there's still no hint of anything. But in this era of global weirding, calling the weather is even more of a crapshoot than ever. Though, I still wouldn't bet on anything much happening tonight.

In truth, we desperately need a heavy rain. I just wish I had Sammy inside.