If You Don't
Sunday. Got up, had breakfast, got on BART and took the 8:10 train to San Francisco to photograph the Dykes on Bikes contingent of the Gay Pride Parade. I wasn't in the best of shape, but I toughed it out and decided come Friday, when I become a retiree, I'm going to get myself in better shape so I don't feel like crapping out when I spend more than a couple of hours humping cameras around. Hump! Hump!
You never know. There's a time and a place for everything and Friday's as good a time as any to start doing whatever it is I need to do to build my stamina. More walks to the coffee shop, perhaps, where they have those good gooey donuts and cups of coffee laced whipped cream.
I spent an hour and a half at the office when I returned from the parade and now I'm thinking a nap before getting back online with the office again. I've just got to get this project done. Can't give them an opportunity to extend me for even a week. (Eeek!)
I think you confuse “silly behavior” with “feeling good”. We expect more than an “Eeek!” from a man of your age and experience.
There are advantages and disadvantages to confusing the two. The advantages are very real and the disadvantages, such as being considered an idiot, are less troublesome once you understand it's usually the dim bulbs who confuse “silly behavior” with “haven't figured it out”.
And you're not a dim bulb?
Ah, my friend. The lights went out years ago, but I won't tell if you don't.