Writes all the things. Most of the things never write back.
The local weathercaster referred to this weekend as “not terrible” – two days of highs of 81° and a 20% chance of showers or scattered showers.
I hope she was being ironic. I’ll take that “not terrible” through the end of October, please. Then you can have your falling leaves and pumpkin spice whatever.
From my work in progress:
“They were completely unaware of each other, which is just as well, because if they were, it would lead to a story which would take more time to tell than I have right now. The end.”
The problem with being a knight in shining armor is that if you don’t have a squire, it falls to you to keep it polished.
#ProblemsOfKnightsInModernTimes
Let’s do the math here.
A report today suggests exercising twenty minutes a day adds two years to your life.
They don’t say how long you need to exercise twenty minutes a day.
Twenty minutes a day, in a 365 day year, means 121.66 hours spend just exercising, or five solid days.
So you can live to be, say, eighty, or you can exercise and live to be eighty-two. But of those bonus 730 days, you’ve spent 400 of them sweating, netting you 330 days; so, a little less than a year.
Yeah, you get to be ALIVE those 400 days that you’re sweating. But the “two extra years” they’re promising, it doesn’t come without a cost.
I’ve always thought a more convincing argument is that exercise presumably lets you have a greater percentage of your life spent healthier than if you’d been more sedentary.