Sent Mr. Boy his Eastertime chocolate bunny and one for his girlfriend. Got tread milling done for another day. Cleaned out the litter box. Soon off to the lawyer for changes to my will. Thence to UPS to return some clothes for Bar that don’t fit. Finally to H.E.B. for food.
Then nap time!
Our neighborhood stations have been out for several days and me with only a quarter of a tank. This morning I filled up to three-quarters at a convenience store with Texaco pumps—limit $20, in cash.
That’s through gas buddy dot com after plugging in our area code and getting the news of which stations have fuel and which don’t. Very helpful and, so far, very accurate. Yesterday I walked to HEB which is about a mile away. ‘Bout wore me out. But I’ll do it again if I have to.
This is due to a major refinery being out from Harvey in Port Arthur. The snooze says it’s a problem of hoarding by some making it tough for all. Could be. Mrs. Charm’s mother in Fort Worth says the problem is there, too, with people running out of gas on the freeways. Long gas lines and higher prices. I didn’t notice the price, so glad to get some.
The Younger Next Year books are inspirational for us old fogies, in that they prescribe “long and slow” aerobic exercise (treadmilling, mainly) for bodily improvement across the board. Not to mention improving your mood.
Prolonged (45 minutes) low-intensity exercise, at up to 65 percent of peak heart rate (96 to 102 bpm for me) brings more endurance and general healthiness. Continued over months and years, it improves your circulatory system, which saves your life (from heart attacks, stroke) and improves it (bye-bye erectile dysfunction) by tricking your hunter-gatherer brain into thinking you’re foraging. Hunting takes more muscle exercise but that comes later, after the aerobic has you feeling fit.
After five months of it, I’m almost ready to enter hunter mode. But it can wait. There’s no rush. I have the rest of my life, after all.