The exercise streak I established at some point in April came to a crashing end with yesterday being the final day. There was no injury or anything. I just had a mental setback as the whole afternoon of 6/13 transformed into a steaming pile of crap. Not very fair for that to coincide with old college buddy Phil’s birthday as I remember how plowed he got on his 21st birthday 30 years ago.
Meanwhile, I’m on a minor strike with the world until I feel like giving a crap. I don’t want to discuss what the hat trick of bullshit was to set me off. Still, 73 days in a row was impressive.