Two glasses of water, a pause online to say hello, then a nice brisk run in the dark.
A tiny bit of coffee — it seems, of late, I’ve lost my taste for it. Three or four sips is enough. It may be, after all these years, the body and mind have decided to move on.
A half-cup of quinoa cooked and cooling for this week’s salad.
Before I complain about the government, or publicly pretend to be on a pathless path to an imagined enlightenment, I’ll see if I can keep my spine straight and my core muscles firm for five minutes. At my age, considering the battering I’ve given this brave old body, that’s revolution enough for one day.
August 7, 2022
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