Lambiedog

The gut issue

Thomas is home now and he looks really skinny.  He and Maggie think I am looking fat.  So we did a weigh-in, and they're right -- I've been gaining weight.  That's got to be reversed.

Everyone says that the key to weight control is a combination of exercise and diet.

As far as exercise, the problem is that my squirrel work, though it takes place outdoors, is mostly cerebral.  You don't burn calories staring intently into squirrel holes.  I suppose I could force myself to take long hikes.

Although I don't really think it is my exercise level that is responsible for the weight gain.  I've always been a laid-back guy in the exercise department.

More, what has changed in the last couple of months is that I've gone from being a guy who ate to live, to being an individual who truly appreciates my food.  The chef improved my meals, and they've become so tasty that I devour them, rather than grazing as I used to.  I have a feeling that the kitchen is going to be instituting some changes soon that I'm not going to like. 

Awaiting the muse

Ablutions

Bathing is such a pain.  Talk about stressful and undignified.

First the whole stand-in-the-sink-and-get-sprayed thing.  

As soon as I can get away, I run over to the sofa and perform calisthenics to try to get dry, while being on the lookout to make sure no one tries to get at me with a hairdryer.

Then I go hide under a towel and wonder what other indignities may come my way.

Monday afternoon we all tried to act unworried about the potential pandemic

It was another gorgeous afternoon out at the bluffs.

I met a new guy, by the name of Prince.

He seemed carefree and brave in the face of the swine flu hoopla, but I noticed he brought a glass of wine with him, perhaps to fortify his nerves. 

Personal safety

    We had a troubling conversation last night at the grocery store.  An older couple, who struck me as a power couple from the entertainment industry, had approached us in the parking lot, drawn by my cuteness as is so often the case.  They live in the hills, as it happens, and cautioned us to watch for coyotes.  They have found coyotes in their back yard, and pointed out that a coyote could grab me and run off in an instant.

    This reminds me of the warnings I have received from my friend Matthew, who is worried about not only coyotes but also other predators such as raccoons, hawks and owls.

    I hate to live my life in fear of the crazies, but of course it is wise to be prudent.