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And I quote:

Job in a Muppet creature shop, just after the Company’s been sold.

Working with a stripper, making French Muppets.

Lots of noise in the next room, laughter.

Problem is finally tracked to trying to do a Fozzie.

Can’t figure out where the clothes are, just the insides.

Next door is where they’re clothed, but as a puppeteer, stripper doesn’t know how to do eyes.

So go through scene while accidentally bumping eye mechanism levers.

Scene OK but eyes going wacky

HILARIOUS!!

Good thing I keep that notepad by the bed to jot down my amazing and insightful dreams.

Where’s Sigmund Freud when you need him?

With my new job (which continues to be wonderful, by the way, thanks for asking) and the new schedule and time commitment that goes with it, as well as cramming a few hours in to try to keep up with my CAF SoCal gig, as well as occasionally spending (not enough) time with The Long Suffering Wife, there is “obviously” no time to get much exercise or go to the gym.

It didn’t take much of an excuse to talk me out of going to the gym to begin with, despite the fact that it’s a known fact that I feel better and more energetic after I’m done. Note that’s after I’m done – before I go, there’s a mental block the size of that wall that Mr. Trump wants to put up.

Since I’m already feeling squeezed to get ten minutes to write here every day as well as to ever get more than six or seven hours of sleep, there’s “obviously” no time to go to the gym for an hour or two, three days a week.

Yet…

I’ve heard it said, “If you want to get something done, give it to a busy person,” the implication being that someone who’s already busy is able to be that way with good time management and prioritization skills, so they’ll find a way to get it done.

I’ve also heard it said, “You should meditate for an hour a day, unless you don’t have an hour to spare, in which case you should meditate for two hours a day.” It’s a good thought, but then the real world smacks you in the face with the fact that there are only twenty-four hours in a day and you’re already double booked for every one of them.

But does the real world really smack you in the face and prevent you (i.e., me) from being able to spare that time for care of the body and soul, or is it just a convenient excuse when the reality is that I would feel better, do better, and get more done if I made the time for exercise and my health?

If I do, will I look back and wonder what the hell I was thinking, or will I look back and wonder how I could have taken so long to get my butt in gear and do something that was “obviously” the smart thing to do?

I wonder if I could multitask and write this blog while I’m on the stationary bike or treadmill?

If all of a sudden I start making even less sense than usual and everything’s sweaty, you’ll know what’s up.