Let it begin

It began, for me, with a row of paint cans lined up like so many drunken soldiers. I had so many other things to attend to—like bills, taxes, overflowing closets, fixing a proper dinner. But the paint cans were as stuck in my head as they were in my basement. They were a sign of…

Can I begin at the end?

I was trying very hard not to curse anywhere but in my head. Which was probably a good thing because I don’t think they take well to loudly screamed f*&$*s at my local exercise facility. And quite frankly, given that I am doing pushups on a board, I’m not sure I have the lung capacity…