To begin with . . .

. . . it's likely that you and I could spend our time doing something more for humankind than this.

Or we could figure that doing this will get us--or, at least, me--ready to do more than this tomorrow morning.

Like taking fifteen minutes away from deskwork to watch Hardball, work up a sweat about sanctimonious politicians (and political holy-speakers), and then--having got warmed up--curl a few more dumbbell repetitions in honor of . . . those dumbbells.

Even arthritis can give way in the heat of in-my-house outrage over the unPatriot Acts.

So, this blog thing seems to tempt me toward politics--that topic that poetry usually sinks under the weight of. But that's a blog for another time.

Back to the dumbbells now, while my dogs are snoring and less likely to look disdainfully at the old guy trying to work up a body sweat on top of his rankled mind-sweat from watching the news.