The laundry routine is equally tedious except that I now hang my Polo shirts from the dryer rather than fold them for storage in a drawer. We change our bedclothes once a week, usually on Fridays. Our daily costume is normally something suitable for cycling or a workout at the fitness room. For stepping out - that is, shopping or other public exploration - we dignify our appearance by sporting knee-length shorts and Polo shirts with Top Siders. I add the watch feature (another recent hit from Bulova).
Inherent in the cycling activity is its predictable exhaustion. No matter that I don't exert myself strenuously I nonetheless "feel it" after a couple of hours. Depending on the velocity of the prevailing winds the effort of mobilizing my one-speed bike can be a challenge. When I finally make it back home I park my bike in front of my car in the garage then deposit my iPhone and other small personal items on the front seat of the car before going to the beach. The moment I am in the salt water up to my ankles the relief is palpable. Once I get further into the sea the frothing, crashing waves begin to work their magic on my stiff joints and aching back. I plunge in and out of the water, stretching as much as possible, twisting my torso to elongate my spine and relieve what I imagine to be an impinged sciatic nerve. Afterwards I go to the pool at the condo. There I immediately submerge myself in the hot tub for 15 minutes. Then another refreshing swim in the pool and at last I am ready to restore myself to the apartment and dry clothes. Often I celebrate my day by playing the Yamaha grand piano in the lounge, itself a workout.
This summary account faithfully records the extent of my unapologetic routine here. Today there was a minor blip and momentary excitement as we learned of the delivery of an unexpected parcel at our home address. It turns out it was just a book from the Osgoode Society in Toronto. What animated the otherwise dreary exploit was the conflicting intelligence we received from no less than three sources concerning the details surrounding the delivery. In the end it turns out that one of the community-minded members of the condominium board collected the book and arranged to have it deposited in our apartment. This however was not before we had engaged both our housekeeper and the Osgoode Society to address the matter.