Vacations always seem to come when they are most desired. Especially when you have a cushy job that lets you rest every five or six weeks - like me, for example.
I'll admit it, I'm pampered. I've become accustomed to my regular hits of R n' R, and now I gots to have it.
Not sure what this upcoming holiday will do to my "training" though. How will I maintain this grueling schedule of occasional light exercise?
My only hope is that the Maltese people are as short and unathletic as I expect them to be. Maybe they will make me the center on their national team.
That would be dunkalicious.
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