The walk to the post office is not close or far. Maybe closer than the hotel in the opposite direction but walking there opens up another world of complications. I walk through the door and the line is typical so I think about Richard Branson as the next in line steps forward. The guy behind me says "I'm 92 and just jogged here from Oakdale St." I say, "fantastic!" and he says " I used to be a professor at Blah Blah U", (the university where I graduated) . I said nothing and looked forward, thinking now about being 92 and jogging. I'd kill to be jogging when I'm 92. Fortunately, I already figured out one of the key elements in exercising while arthritic and that's lengthen the transitions.. Take longer starting the day. Pace the days off as well as the on days. Embrace the non-makeout aspect of millennial intimacy; don't pine for what was.

Expressed mathematically it goes:
R=I/P+E where R=reality, I=imagination, P=physicality and E= enhancements. No superstring theory tactic needed on the proof - it's a tamponic-free, eureka-prone verisimilitude.

The other italic thingy is spread the pain - the act of salutes to the sun and doin' it while achy. Detox don't fail me now.

My girl said to me "A small penis shouldn't be a problem in a loving relationship". I still wish she didn't have one.