Monday, August 28, 2017

Precious bones

If you call, then let me pass
You may render me a wreck when I come back
So calm your waves, and slow the churn
And you may have my precious bones on my return
- Decemberists, Annan Water

This is the only band I've listened to since Travelers' Rest several weeks ago (note the apostrophe). It's kind of an obsession. I so love his vocabulary. So tonight is the second night in a row I've actually gone to the gym. I'm feeling good about that. The treadmill isn't so bad when I've had a good suck on my inhaler. I can get my heart rate up to 160 and still get all the air I want, like gulping great mouthfuls of cold water. So 2.5 tonight at inclines.

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