Haiku and hard work...

Gray-beard men I spy
In fast cars with sexy girls.
Who are they fooling?

(Ambiguity intended, BTW.)

I finished the item due Monday morning, which actually puts me a little ahead of the game, assuming I can make "nominal" progress tomorrow with what's still on the plate. So I've moved the nose back away from the grindstone, raised my ear from the ground, and eased the shoulder from the wheel.

Physically, the resulting posture is a more comfortable, y'dig?

* * *I tried my hand at some homemade pizza this afternoon, using the recipe offered by the folks that wrote Artisan Bread in 5 Minutes per Day, and although I found the result (made with tomato sauce and pieces of leftover turkey) palatable, Galina pronounced it to be "raw dough," so I made another pizza this evening—this one with olive oil, pesto, mozzarella, and sliced mushrooms—and made sure it stayed in the oven until the crust was crispy, which Galina liked.

I liked it, too, FWIW. The recipe goes into "the repertoire," methinks.

It has not been entirely a sedentary day, but it's been a while since I've broken 10,000 steps in one day.

Cheers...