In the mornings, now, I climb halfway up to the office, because it is cheap and easy exercise.
In the nights I’ve begun to practice my chromatics in the hope of getting back to being a decent guitar player someday.
My legs take the stairs in the morning and my fingers take the stairs at night. The time has come to work the flab off of my bones.
And I don’t mean that in a literal way.
I feel sort of sad tonight.