It seemed doable, and it was: Walking my way across January…

~Tuesday~ At the beginning of this month, my friend Hugh Hollowell posted a video on Facebook called, 23 and 1/2 hours: What is the single best thing we can do for our health? If you haven’t seen that very compelling 9-minute video already, go ahead and watch it. I’ll wait. Can’t make the investment right … Read more

You’re repeating yourself—or maybe you aren’t

~Friday~ The prodigal porker returned to the gym today. My fatted calf—and my fatted thigh and other parts, for that matter—were like, “WTF?” I had the following short conversation with myself at about 6:00: Superego: How are you going to feel if you don’t go to the gym tonight? Ego: Shitty; down on yourself. Superego: … Read more

An electric bug zapper horn, a dominatrixy Asian, and a festive dance night…

~Wednesday~  I was actually ready early this morning, and rather than driving to a nearby Wolfline stop, I killed some time by slicing up a cantaloupe I bought yesterday and emptying my dishwasher. After all that, I almost missed the bus. It pulled up when I was still crossing the street to get to the … Read more

Another banana on the bus, wanting to tap your audience, a dancing dinner for Van, & fun dancing…

~Wednesday~  I was ready between city buses, so I drove up to Avent Ferry and Gorman to catch a university bus. I caught the Wolfline #9 Greek Village, on which once again, a hot guy thought it would be a good idea to sit holding a banana between his legs. Way distracting. I had no … Read more

A microbial neck sprain, loitering at the gym, and turning laundry a social event…

~Tuesday~  I stepped outside at 8:20 with every intention of hopping in my car and driving over to the Wolfline stop, but decided to take a chance that the city bus was destined to arrive at its mode, 8:22. Not that the concepts of “bus” and “destiny” should ever be conflated. The bus arrived at … Read more

A yenta fail, no C-Diff to speak of, a return-to-car fail, and a festive dance night…

~Wednesday~  I was ready at 8:05, this morning and caught the Wolfline #9 Greek Village bus at Avent Ferry and Gorman at 8:10. A guy sitting next to me was reading a book that I couldn’t quite see without being any more obvious. I jotted down: Faber Fritts? as potentially being the author’s name, and … Read more

Razor blade extensions, students at the bus stop and back to school, and dancing…

~Wednesday~  A while ago, my friend Bob, who reads my blog and knows I haven’t changed the blade in my razor since February 4, 2011, gave me an ARKO shaving soap stick, saying that it gives him such a smooth, smooth shave (of his head), and joking that it could probably allow me to use … Read more