It is in the tides and times that I heard said a good book can make you feel cleverer than you are, and I thought there is a lot more to it than that. Oh how I love to see people doing the things I would love to do but am to self consciou to attempt. Things that are brave and things that are not much more than a happenstance. Things that I have attempted over the years when I've been smashed, and usually not been successful. For now I will let the things rest in your imagination but be assured, not all of them involve nudity.
Supposedly the tiredness from exercise is a good kind of tiredness. It certainly is good to feel that I can lie on the bed and relax my body but there is an edge of unwellness that is creeping up the back of my throat with scratchy tickles and the portend of bad things to come. Will bad things come?