Resumption of Daily Nightly Constitutional Lap1

Resumption of daily/nightly constitutional I accompany my dark shadow... (many hours before edge of night, where twilight zone evokes night gallery), and resumed walking a circuit around perimeter of parking lot today, a breezy temperate twenty fifth of April two thousand and twenty two, and perhaps if regularly habituate myself to said stroll physical endeavors may one day find me to cantor or trot. Yours truly realized modus operandi to kombat (mortal) lethargy; last year, he did stride rite around resident parking lot area (here at Highland Manor apartments) then usually at approximately 19:00 hours each day casually bumbling and ambling one lap after another counting one hundred and one, one hundred and two, one hundred and three... coordinated with deep breathing to distract self from repetitiveness. Modicum of walking exercise benefits this sexagenarian in tandem yours truly began burning ghee (my slang for calories) while maintaining sitting position placing each foot in strap and pedalling lightweight machine against adjusted tension. Aside from strengthening leg muscles choosing to while away time by disciplining myself with former or latter, both modes of physical fitness also help keep anguish at bay mental duress triggered courtesy of property management constituting: Zoftig, the warden and maintenance man, (a recent hire), the first two whose invisible clutches asphyxiate me and the missus hounding us to keep one bedroom apartment in shipshape order and particularly to wipe away fruit fly feces (cuz exterminator informed us said itty bitty teeny weeny insect breeds within their yellowish gummy waste matter) prompting us to Google search senior low income apartment facilities, spurring spurious query wondering whether any anonymous reader might be able, eager, ready and willing to hand over keys to main lodging including carriage house, we would even settle for a dog house or (in a manor of writing) Yukon assign access rights to an excellent outlook. Sense and sensibility concerning the emotional fallout brought about by sedentariness (essentially affecting me to feel glum, melancholy, and ruminative) helped goad generic indigent solitary man (practically self quarantined his whole mucked up adult life) hence not inconvenienced when coronavirus COVID-19 wrought havoc and mayhem.