Tuesday. Our outside temps are in the low 30s (F). This afternoon they should be in the mid to upper 50s (F) and those are temps I can live with. There is the possibility of an occasional shower, but what's a little drizzle when the temps are, after this past winter, close to being tropical.
I rode almost 9 miles yesterday. It was good. Again in Corsica. I haven't decided if I'm going to do the treadmill or go for another ride this afternoon. Or possibly I work with the dumbbells and bands. Strength training can burn a lot of calories, but it does need to be done in conjunction with cardio.
This morning I'm scheduled for my annual eye appointment. If there are no substantial changes, I'm hoping exams will only be necessary every two years. Of course, that might be wishful thinking when I think about my age. One thing that's true about getting older, we do tend to break down a little easier. When I had my physical last year, they asked me if I wanted to start setting my appointments for every 6 months. I declined the offer since I don't feel that's necessary.
Howie was bad this morning. I found him drinking out of the toilet bowl. It was clean, but still. For a while, when Biggie and Lily were alive, I had a water bowl upstairs. I'm thinking that might be something I start doing again.
Now I know the French are not always happy with Macron, but yesterday, whether they understand it or not, he made them proud. As one person put it, he began his press conference with the Orange Anus by lightly blowing smoke up his ass... and then, he tore him a new ass, which means, I suspect, Orangie's now going to have to wear a second pair of Depends.
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