Day in the Life of an Idiot

I often work out, when I can, in the morning, and the gym I go to always has the TV going. I've noticed the strangest phenomenon. If I look up and catch sight of Ellen, my heart rate drops. Apparently, being among my own kind relaxes me, even if it's just an image on the television.

Strange, n'est pas?

My cauliflower is picked and my bread got made. Writing not so much. I'm off to go do that.