Monday, August 27, 2018

Cross-training

Current atmospheric conditions demand enforced leisure and present the opportunity to train my partner, now retired and equally confined, in the particular degrees of effort needed when one has energy enough only to keep the health department at bay and retain custody of one's dependents. It's amazing how the basics can be accomplished in brief intervals on one's feet.


Smoky air leaves me lacking energy in ways I have not experienced before. I'm not ill, just slack as can be, but with attention enough to get to details I've been speeding past for decades. Tonight will be a good time to listen to early Seventies music and offer thanks that the air mixture no longer includes lead from gasoline, arsenic from the smelter, fly ash from the cement plant, or the  nitrous oxide that made breathing a consciousness-altering experience -30-

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