When I arrived at the gym, it occurred to me: This is crazy! What am I thinking?! I now get healthcare through the State of Utah, through my spouse's employment, so why do I care anymore? Why all the pain and sweat, and the torture of looking at vigorous, shapely, nubile women on the stairmaster and other apparatuses of agony? No, no, no!
Hello, couch! Good evening, potato chip! Good day, gallon of ice cream! Maybe I can now enjoy a pull on a cigar (or two!) and a sip of half-and-half-laden cappuccino! It’s time to let the bloom off the good health and fade into the sunset, like so many grey cruise ships passing into the west, into uncharted waters.
Loren M. Lambert © March 13, 2012
Hello, couch! Good evening, potato chip! Good day, gallon of ice cream! Maybe I can now enjoy a pull on a cigar (or two!) and a sip of half-and-half-laden cappuccino! It’s time to let the bloom off the good health and fade into the sunset, like so many grey cruise ships passing into the west, into uncharted waters.
Loren M. Lambert © March 13, 2012
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