Clear sky or high cloud cover and no heat retention, frost layers thickly on the windshield of the Caravan, and I don't want to scrape it off like yesterday, I will ride the motorcycle for my joy. I don't have a lot, the threat of needing a pace maker doesn't make me happy. The attitude of the Cardiologist's staff and my reception - can you pay? are you sure? doesn't make me think my survival is based on anything save the ability of my insurance folks to pump out dollars. It isn't bitingly cold yet, but it is a wake up and pay attention type, don't fear falling asleep as I lean around the corners and roll on the throttle.
I, says I, need to start to get serious about good exercise program and healthier choices. So I will start tomorrow -- which is exactly the wrong answer. That has been my answer for several months now, the most I have been doing is measuring, taking my medications and walking to the dock, mostly. Hardly a real effort to survive and be a beautiful crabby old man. Which is all I have left, not enough time for chasing women that would be interested in the chase. 214 pounds of more than me should be. I do need to start, tomorrow and that means today....
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