The doctor said I needed exercise. But I do exercise – I get hopping mad after jumping to conclusions, then I exercise my rights, making mountains out of molehills. I climb the walls, dragging my heels, and bend over backwards while holding my (breath and) head up high. I run round in circles and put my foot in my mouth.
I beat about the bush, go over the edge, wander in my mind, juggle tasks at work and home, tilt at windmills, chase rainbows and shadowbox. I run up accounts and debts, wrestle with my conscience and fight for just causes, then balance the books.
If this isn’t enough I beat eggs, whip cream, skip meals, pick up weight, raise the roof, spring to attention, jump out of my skin,…