Swandives

I have to go home. I’m so sore I can hardly walk (note to self, a 5km run, weights session and cycle class in two days only makes you sorer) and my poor brain has turned to mush. I had a brief period of about 15 minutes at 4.30 this arvo when I wrote a cracking four paragraphs of editorial and now I have to convince people that it *does* need to be published and the heavy ironic tone I employed can&’t be misinterpreted. I think I’ll just point them in the direction of the Simpsons:

Oh, yeah, what are you gonna do? Release the dogs? Or the bees? Or the dogs with bees in their mouth and when they bark, they shoot bees at you?

But for now, I’m spent.