Which isn’t to say that a disturbed mind can’t produce great literature. I’d just feel much better if I were in better shape physically. So it is my duty as a writer and computer-sitter to get off the butt and move around a bit. Evening strolls through the neighborhood are okay, but it’s winter. So we’re re-enrolling at the local gym. Maybe play some raquetball, maybe do some weight classes. Maybe meet with as trainer.

That’s on my agenda this evening. My writing will thank me…