Over there! Over there!

I have decided, after a long long period of inactivity, to begin walking in the morning. I walk around my neighborhood for around 40 minutes, quietly thinking thoughts, singing songs, and farting farts. I say this not to be crude (I'm that way naturally) but to show that actual exercise is being done. Often times, I envision myself as a doughboy marching with his unit, off to stem the tide of the Hun's aggression. When this happens, that usually means that I am still semi-asleep. Hopefully I won't suddenly be roused from my sleepwalking by a barrage of German artillery! TO THE TRENCHES!