Went to bed like Jello

Went to bed like Jello, slept quite well. Woke like a piece of balsa wood; snap, crackled, and popped down the hallway; made my way to the kitchen like the Tin Man. Just now thawing out some—takes a bit longer every morning. I’m told I need to stretch. Clearly whoever recommends this approach has no concept of an old rubber band and what happens when you stretch it!

My coffee understands.