To steer this thread back on topic and away from Very Important Issues like how many fucking pillows our wives put on beds, your humble correspondent has started to take daily walks.
What?? Conjurer, taking fucking walks?? Never Conjurer, goddamn you!!
Before all this shit went down, I was of the opinion that people took walks to go someplace and that they were too poor to afford a car. Also, I'm on my feet all day, running around the store, so the idea that I'd hoist my enormous, dimpled ass out of my La-Z-Boy to walk around outside was, frankly, nutty. But, around two in the afternoon, I start getting minor cabin fever, so I go outside and take a short walk.
It's only for twenty minutes or so, but I get some fresh air, and it keeps me from climbing the fucking walls.
That is all.
My little brain can't even comprehend how deep that is.
--beefsupreme, commenting on his super rare Deep Blue wartche