Requiem for a twat.

Throwing Muses
The Grog Shop, 4/9/2026

This year has been unnecessarily stressful. I mean, you could say that reaching back to forever. But in these recent years I had relaxed into a certain mode, one which involved seeing movies on my own, reading more, cooking, that kind of thing. I need to get back to that. Because otherwise, I'm just watching videos on YouTube.

Am I still middle age? Or am I leaning senior? I'm cool either way. Whatever. You know.

Distance: 3.1 miles

Duration: 27:13
Pace: 8:46

Spring vacillates. Perfect temps in the morning, it will rain this afternoon. So we run.

Route: Forest Hill Loop
Temperature: 59°
Climate: gorgeous
Mood: all right

1968 Playlist

Requiem pour un con - Serge Gainsbourg

The Letter - Nirvana Sitar & String Group

I Say a Little Prayer - Aretha Franklin

Daydream Believer - The Monkees

All Along the Watchtower - Jimi Hendrix

Harper Valley PTA - Jeannie C. Riley

Green Tambourine - The Lemon Pipers

Born to Be Wild - Steppenwolf

Classical Gas - Mason Williams

Those Were the Days * - Mary Hopkins

Man. Those kids would listen to anything.

Stretches: yes
Water: yes
Weight: 160 lbs. (-1.0)

Sometimes, often these days, I think about all the running. And that's not good. Because I think, God. That's a lot of running. And then I think, why am I doing this? It brings my enthusiasm down. Then I pull myself together and get out there, and I feel great. I feel great now, having run.

Folks think running is hard. But it's really just getting out there that is.

Planks: TBA
Push-ups: TBA

Sit-Ups: TBA