Back to the Gym

So, I'm back at the gym again. Forty-five minutes a day. Walking on the treadmill. (I get the other 15-30 walking the dogs every morning, which is way more fun.)

I have to admit, it feels like a giant waste of time. I haven't become steady enough to read on the treadmill yet, so I stare at the bank of televisions and plot destruction. I'm currently pondering mutant big mouthed bass, an exploding hospital, and a more in-depth revisiting of the Hyacinth Club -- possibly a supernatural one.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not really complaining. I got the hospital bills for the surgery in April. $100,000.

One hundred THOUSAND dollars.

That's a one with 5 zeros.

I'll walk on the damned treadmill to keep from getting another bill list that, or a stroke, which would suck. Trodge trodge trodge.

Trodge.

Much love, y'all.

BA