Where'd I Put That Pen?

I seem to be experiencing temporary technical difficulty – namely the fact that my mind has suddenly become what can be termed “Pure as the driven snow . . .Not violated by a single thought.” In a nutshell – I got nothin’. So in the interest of putting something up on this fabulous blog space I’ve come to call….okay “Home” is not the right word . . . hmmm, well, see what I mean? Never mind . . . onward to today’s

LITERARY BUTCHERY!!!

To spin, or not to spin.
Whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer
the slings and arrows of outrageous saddlebags
Or to take arms against a rising scale
And by opposing, become slim again?
To park on the couch: to nap;
No more, and by a nap to say we end
The youthful metabolism
and begin the thousand natural
movements south that flesh is heir to
Chocolate tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d . . .

For the love of all that is holy, make me stop!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay, that was quite possibly the worst version of Customized-Hamlet that I have done to date. Forgive me. Let’s move on.

I started spinning recently. For those of the uninitiated, “spinning” is an athletic activity whereby one wears specially designed shoes while riding a specially designed stationary bicycle in a room full of other people wearing specially designed shoes riding identical, specially designed stationary bicycles while an instructor, accompanied by a fabulously spiritual attitude and appropriate selection of “tunes” for the mood, leads one through a series of uphill climbs, sprints, etc . . . all while out of the saddle on the bike. One rarely sits while they spin. This entire process is carefully coordinated for maximum heart rate and maximum sweat. Needless to say, I look like I jumped in a swimming pool upon leaving class. Drenched. It’s addicting.

I’m afraid, however that my writing ability has left me briefly while my ass changes size. I’m assuming this is a temporary condition and that I’ll write something soon.