The New Year has not lent itself to getting back on track and resuming the smooth operation I fancy my life to be.

Sloth, depression, arthritis, and then the Great Water Saga. On the plus side, I am writing. I am completely burned out on the major American spectator sports (baseball, football). I rediscovered opera.

I have not been swimming yet this year. I have been medicating feelings with food.

So the plain truth is that our expectations always exceed our capabilities at any given point. What is important is to NOT QUIT.

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