I will regret this lifting later today.

Only enough time for one log on the fire.

One more cup of decaf.

I remember that I can just take a walk. Perfect in the sun but a little chilly in the shade. I kick up the yellow and brown leaves as I walk past workers sitting beside their trucks.

Stop eating salad while standing up.

Have fun. At the end of the day, there has to be a little bit of fun.

So close. So close. Is there such a thing as a good loss? Yes.

Can never eat dinner after a game no matter how hungry I am.

I run my shoulder into the doorframe and feel those lifts that I knew I would regret.

Pie?