How I Work Out
How I go from working out like a coked-up racehorse to stumbling to the lady’s locker room praying for death.
I work out sporadically. I’m told that my lack of routine is a hindrance toward progress, but since working out is strictly based on the factors of guilt, boredom, and whether or not I can fit into my “average day” pants, workouts simply aren’t something…
On Accumulating Stuff and My Zen Thoughts of the Day.
On Accumulating Too Much Stuff, and What Survives A Fire
This weekend was a dust-covered, sweaty, mash-your-fingers-in-a-door-jam mess. The insurance company delivered about 30 cardboard boxes of cleaned items that had been pulled from our collapsing house last July. There was a satisfaction in prying open box…
