Another Shower

Today is Friday, July 1, 2005. It is our pizza night. Pizza night means, da, we get pizza and we also share a bottle of wine. We used to get a large plain pizza every Friday night but then my wonderful wife realized that eating this much pizza was not good for us. We both looked forward to Pizza night every Friday night. Our two dogs knew when it was Pizza night. Of course, they would get samples from each of us.
Now we have a medium pizza with an assortment of veggies every two weeks. A medium pizza with veggies IS NOT THE SAME AS A LARGE CHEESE PIZZA. I just wanted all of you to know that!

Because I now exercise 6 days a week and usually do my workout at night, on pizza Fridays, I exercise in the morning. We both know not to exercise after wine and pizza. The results are not pleasant.

So this morning, my lovely wife asks me why I'm getting into the shower. I look at her with my typical confused look and say why should I not, or something like that.
She says that since tonight is Pizza night, you need to exercise this morning. I pause and tell her that I plan on walking for an hour this morning.
She says you will sweat out there.
I tell her if I sweat, I'll just take another shower.
She shakes her head.

I began walking the streets of our town at 0535. Please don't tell anyone that I'm a street walker. Word travels fast in a small community. I felt as though I was walking through humidity as thick as pea soup. There were some places where I actually felt a breeze. Those places, I could count on two fingers.

On my way home, I noticed a guy delivering newspapers. When I lived in Berwyn Heights, I delivered newspapers as well. It was a learning experience. Some of my neighbors were so nice when I would see them working in their yards. But when it came to collection time, they treated me like I was foreclosing on their house. I got more excuses about why they could not pay me than I would ever like to hear.

So this morning, I see this man throwing newspapers from his Mercedes. I stopped and thought I was hallucinating. It was the heat and humidity that made me think that a newspaper person was driving a Mercedes. But then I remembered that I saw this same man driving a Lexus the other day. And he was also delivering newspapers as well! I wonder if anyone gives him a problem when he drives up in his Mercedes to collect for the newspaper?

I approached the house, with my clothes clinging to my body and sweat pouring off my forehead. I felt like a car which had just gone through a car wash. If the temperature had been zero degrees, I would not have sweated.
My wife is correct most of the time. Today she was 100% correct, as I stepped into the shower for another shower.