I read some of the thread at lunch-time today, and then
I had a tuna sandwich while watching Neighbours. I then saw
a bloke at my home for a private medical before driving off
the gym. The gym was almost empty so I got round all the
equipment in good time, going a little more easy than usual
on the cycling and rowing because I've had a viral illness
for the last ten days and somehow I've gotten it into my head
is that viral myocarditis is the main reason why young(ish)
fit(ish) men drop down dead in gyms and squash courts. Anyway,
the place was more or less empty, but for a few "Wilmslow
Women" (trophy wives with nothing better to do than prance
around the gym in leotards riding way too far up their
"butt-cracks" (as our Merkin friends would say) ("Natal
clefts" as I, a gentleman, would always say). And as I humped
and pumped and cycled and pulled and pushed and sweated and
"crunched" my bulbous tummy, I watched the clock and saw the time
chance from half past three to five o'clock. Here I am, bitching
about this that and the other, but I've got the time to go to the
gym at a very sociable time, get home after a wonderful hot shower,
feeling refreshed and relaxed. I can then spend a couple or three
hours writing up reports, in my study, checking on my emails, listening
to CDs, being interrupted by sons wanted me to play computer games
with them, exchanging grief stories with my gynaecologist wife.
Hey, life ain't so bad. Sure, I could do with a bit more money,
but who couldn't? It's not all about money. And it's not all about
respect. It's about the choices you make, and *why* you make them.
If life ain't what you want, then change yourself (hard) or change
your life (not as hard, but "do-able".

Thus endeth the 783rd lesson according to Hotch.

(I'll do this every 2 weeks in the GP comic of your choosing
 for a mere 500 quid - You could call it "The Cynic Who Saw
 The Light, Even If The Batteries Were Running Low")
 


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