Time cram

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Dear friends,

A couple of days ago, I was reflecting on the need to build some more exercise into my week. Nothing extreme: just get this old body moving around a bit. We haven’t been City Mice* for a few weeks, and without the constant incidental walking I do in New York, I’ve started getting creaky.

Side note about walking: I love to walk. But only when it’s a form of transport. I can “go for a walk,” do a loop around a goddamn football field or whatever, but I do not enjoy it. Nothing makes me happier in this world than stepping out my front door and not having to use a car to get where I’m going. Buses, subways, trams (in the old days back home)—all these are fine. But I feel so utterly disempowered as a perambulating human being when I have to climb into a machine to go get milk. It still strikes me as such a bizarre thing that out here in our bucolic mountainside idyll, there’s nowhere we can walk except, well, up. Or, you know, down. And I love wandering about in the trees. It fi…