REALITY SUCKS - BUT ONLY A LITTLE

A few months back, right around Labor Day, this was my room for about a week or so. A pulmonary embolism just about killed me. I've got no one to blame but myself. I like food, beer and sitting around. When I was young it didn't matter because...well, I was young! And I was working full time as a laborer and then a carpenter so the weight stayed off.

But now I'm old and only working on the hit and miss. I know how to stay in shape. I used to work out every day to stay ahead of my dissolute ways. But I let that slip by the wayside a while back.

Not anymore.

The weights are back. And so is the pain. I got everything set back up and got down to it a few weeks back. It does feel great to get back into the game but I still hate doing it. But what the hell. If I want to keep doing this on the weekends...

I'm going to have to resign myself to doing this every day...

Welcome to the other part of the basement, right to the left of the radio shack. We've had this stuff for years and like I said, we used to use it all the time. I guess I'm just going to have to make it a permanent part of the routine from now on.

I'm old and if I want to stay healthy, while still eating and drinking all the good stuff I love, but only on the weekends, this is the new reality.