March 31, 2019-
I made it to Planet Fitness, despite a sense of fatigue after a trip to Phoenix and back, having attended a worthwhile, but somewhat tiring, meeting. I was glad to have not had to drive, with a competent friend at the wheel instead.
Tonight’s workout came after a twenty-minute catnap. I feel better, having done the 30-minute express, followed by ten minutes on the hydrobed. Bittersweet March has thus, in the end, affirmed that there is still quite a bit left in this sexagenarian frame. I get appreciative glances from ladies, the younger among them knowing, as well as I do, that that is as far as it goes. It feels nice, regardless.
It is now full-on Spring. Tomorrow, we will see what practical jokes remain to be played. Later in the month come Chalk-It-Up, Earth Day, Easter and the Twelve Days of Ridvan, commemorating Baha’u’llah’s Declaration of His Mission. I will get my annual physical at the VA, sometime during the month, and will visit the Grand Canyon, on Good Friday.
April, as a wise colleague once remarked, cannot be the cruelest month. Sorry, T.S. Eliot.