Ah, exercise!

After getting everyone off to school and work, respectively, I tied on my tennies and set off on a mile-walk, as part of a new resolve to lose some suspiciously-reforming around-the-waist weight, and clear the old brain pan for future effort at whatever might come along. I listened to the twittering birdies, and felt the cool morning breeze at the start of what promises to be a scorcher of a day, with an unseasonable high in the upper 90s, before I turned on the MP3 player for a fresh round of Dixie Chicken, etc. Not like some people I could mention who only get up early to stoke up the charcoal smoker to spend all day smoking some artery-clogging brisket. But they’re young and I’m not.