Yes, I do mean exercising, not exorcising. I haven't forgotten the lessons learned in my last ramble, which was about poor spelling and grammar, and the resulting fall of civilization.
 
I did, however, forget to include the ever infamous "to/too" spelling mix up, as pointed out by my pal Val. I am deeply ashamed, and shall commence banging my head upon the nearest wall repeatedly once I post this ramble. Also, thanks to everyone who wrote in response to my last post. Y'all rock profoundly.
 
This particular post, as I mentioned above, is about exercising my demons, which is to say I've started working out. It all started last month when I was out and about one day and came across a yard sale at the local grade school where I scored a stepper exercising thingie (a technical fitness term), complete with moving arm thingies, in good condition for only two dollars. I thought that quite the deal.
 
The strange part of this story is that I've actually been using it. Every single day. I've even started to add in other exercises... which, incidentally, would serve to explain the two cans of pork and beans sitting on my desk. I've been using them as hand weights when I do arm exercises.
 
This is vast improvement over previous attempts at a sustained exercising regime, which usually culminated in me using whatever exercise equipment I had as a clothing racks. A useful function to be sure, but did very little to further my health improvement objectives.
 
Which is where the whole "demons" thing comes in. I have a terrible history of starting and stopping on the exercising front, so it's going to take some doing to keep this up. But I'm determined, and I know I need to do this, so I think I'm off to a good start. There are a lot of exercises I can't do because of health problems, but I'm doing those I can handle physically.
 
Tango the Wonder Kitty News
 
He cost me $38.50 the other day. Well, indirectly. He and one of my other cats, Butler, had taken to getting into hissing contests and fights on a regular basis, so I took Butler in to be neutered. He was the only one unaltered, and Tango seemed to be jealous. He has an inferiority complex anyway, and that didn't help.
 
This will hopefully reduce or stop the fighting, etc., because it was getting incredibly annoying. They never really hurt each other, but they did make a heck of a lot of noise.
 
In related news, Tango's favorite perch, my printer/scanner/copier/juicer/dishwasher/duster, has been moved, and he's not exactly happy. My brother gave me a mini-fridge which I've placed where the printer used to be, and placed the printer on the other side of it. This has totally disrupted Tango's usual path, going from my printer to my stereo to my computer to my monitor, and back again. He now has to find a way to get up on the fridge to get to my printer because it's up higher than it used to be.
 
This, of course, means he's using the back of my desk chair as the launching pad to get up there, and my chest as the landing pad to get back down. You really haven't lived until you've had a cat drop out of the air and onto your chest without warning. You should try it sometime... provided you don't have a weak heart.
 
I'm going to sign off now, so I can, you know, exercise some more. There's nothing like stepping and stepping and stepping and always staying in the same spot. I could point out potential symbolism in that, but I won't. I don't want to have to exercise my brain, too. I do have my limits.
 
But before I go, I must take a second and recommend a couple of female artists I recently discovered -- Keri Noble and Jonatha Brooke. Keri has a haunting voice and some great songs ("Bartender" is awesome), and Jonatha is fun, does some spiffy covers, and has proven consistantly good.
 
And I like her hair.
 
Okay, enough from me. I'm going to step to nowhere now. Take care, all.