I cried because I had no shoes until I met a man who had no feet.
— Helen Keller
It was going to be another night on the couch, but Art wouldn’t let me off the hook.
He texted me:
Every day we say to ourselves, “not tonight,” it gets easier to put it off. Well I’m not putting it off. NOT TONIGHT! I hope you’re not either.
Geez. I told him I was going to walk when Lisa got home (the boy has moved out, so I didn’t want to be out on the road without someone available to rescue me if necessary). He then wrote:
Why waste the beautiful gift of walking? Not everyone is so lucky.
As it happened, I was re-reading a biography of Elvis, who was a world-class couch potato in his later years. It’s pretty inspirational in a perverse way - you don’t want to end up like him, fat and addled and in massive denial.
So I got up and walked the dogs again for a couple of miles, this time in the dark. It was exactly the right temperature and the dogs were DELIGHTED.
Tomorrow: back to the long walks!
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