My inner slug is trying to kill me. I have evidence.
I’m pretty sure it’s a conspiracy.
It has teamed up with my boss:
she won’t want to exercise when she gets home.
It has talked to the cat:
there long after she’s watched the news.
And the dog:
of dawn. Let her sleep late, she’ll be sluggish all day.
It has spoken convincingly to people who have my phone number:
Don’t let her hang up and get on that treadmill.
It has even communicated with those who have my email address:
she’ll be too tired to exercise. Plus she’ll have a headache.
My inner slug does not seem to understand that ours is a symbiotic relationship. I go down, it’s going down with me.
Symbi-what? Any of you got a dictionary?
Yeah. It has been a tough week. But I just took my inner slug for a half-mile walk and it is feeling pretty subdued at the moment. That won’t last. It tries to contact you with suggestions for thwarting my resolve to exercise, just ignore it.