The title is a side head tilt about a gift that I ordered last night. Even more when you think about the New Orleans Pelicans.
But thinking Gulf Coast, I’m thinking of the radio departure of “I quit this bitch.”
Today is my one-hundredth day doing something resembling exercise.
I am tired and sore.
But I have to consider it as a success, just like my writing stretches. Or turning the water to cold at the end of my showers every morning.
Yes, although George Carlin had a bit about you only really need to wash your mouth, pits, and asshole, I do shower pretty much every day.
Next week, I rest.
Then I can get back on it next Sunday.
I am satisfied, but I’m so incredibly tired.
And there’s nothing I can do to relax at this point.