September 2020 . . . .
Belaboring the Mundane
I have walked seventy miles in August. Every bit of that effort has been in the circle from the dining-room which is my office, through the kitchen to the living room, around and down the short hall to my office again. A circle-lap of thirty paces of two and a half feet each, 75 laps per mile and usually about 225 laps per day. A darkly lunatic behavior by any normal measure, except for the idea that I am choosing to remain in tight lockdown during this pandemic. And Im getting exercise. .Normal? What exactly do I mean? We dont got no stinking normal . . . .