It’s my blog, I get to be self-indulgent. I want to brag a little. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to keep this up, but for now it feels good to be able to make these claims.
I’m 55. I am amazed at that fact when I stop to think about it. I don’t feel 55. But having never been it before, I’m not exactly sure how it’s supposed to feel. In any event, I am, as I say, 55.
This morning I went to the gym.
I went to the gym after walking the dog—about a mile, that’s what we usually do—during which hegira I had to run a full block twice to avoid loose dogs. …