A lapsarian, I

The alarm rang at 6 am. I was supposed to go running. I made it out of bed, but only long enough to turn on the light, reset the alarm to 7 am, and crawl back under the covers.

Meanwhile, Sprite is up and running several times a week and participating in a quarter-marathon this weekend. I don't think I've ever even run the distance of a quarter-marathon in my life!

I'm currently reading Hamlet on my train rides to and from work. This quote, my friends, is the story of my life:

"Thus, conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus, the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprise of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action."

Hamlet's a lot more depressing at my age than it was when I was an angsty teenager.