Thursday, December 31, 2009

Well, here's a warning to motorists and pedestrians alike: be careful for the next few days in the vicinity of health spas and gymnasia. People all over will wake up, rue the seemingly interminable consumption of Christmas cookies, egg nog, coconut cakes,
Pfeffernüsse cookies, ham, cheese, beer, pudding, pie, cheesecake, sausage, au gratin potatoes and gravy that has gone on since the night before Thanksgiving, and they'll all head for the workout place.

There won't be a recumbent bike or elliptical machine available til who knows when, and then everyone will calm down and tell their inner Matthew McConnaughey or Katherine Heigl that there's plenty of time before the beach or pool opens.

New Year's is sort of tough day to make a resolution to stick to, you know, because the holidays are winding up, there are over 18,000 bowl games on TV, and you're busy anyway putting your new socks and ties away. For many, the night before was a bacchanalian revel unseen since the days of Caligula, and others turned in early, only to be awakened at midnight by the sound of pots and pans clanging together out on the front porch. I never knew whether the point of that noisemaking was to welcome in the new year or scare away the old one.

Old year or new, I wish you the best all through 2010, and thanks for being with me through '09.

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