Got Torque? On Torque-blown Tuesdays.

I wrote this yesterday, which was Tuesday. I'm posting it today, which is Wednesday. Sometimes when you're unemployed you don't know what day it is. I meant to post this yesterday, so it's better late than never:

Yeah, it’s a Tuesday.

And how do I know that?

Because today I got torque! (And oh yeah, I survived Monday alright, too.)

I feel good.

I worked out at the YMCA for free (they give you three free tryouts as a guest).

I steamed like a happy new-wave frog dancing a polka (post nouveau style) in the steam room; I heated myself, blitzing like a barking bullfrog, in the sauna. Myriad permutations of animals gyrating in the desert, I see this in my mind’s eye, which is always an interesting place to be. They need steam in that desert, they need water, and they have plenty of deep-fried heat, and love.

I love steam! Bring on that cool song by Peter Gabriel regarding steam.

I love heat! Bring on that cool movie, with Al Pacino and Robert DeNiro.

All this, after I walked - and run-walked - on the treadmill.

I am lost in a dearth of wild woolly wilderness of life. It seems that everything’s been squelched this year. I sift through the smoldering wreckage, and I still see steam erupting from under the embers, the cinders, and the messiness of it all.

Steam. It’s like hope. It’s a good thing.