Today the doors on the train are a little sticky: the train pulled into the station and the conductor hopped out of the forward (southernmost) car, but the bike car and every car north of it remained steadfastly closed. Entry barred. Nothing doing. A minute or two later and we were on our way, but I contemplated the idea of having to deal with that and just no. Just no.
Your faithful correspondent can’t believe if this getting skinnier process is part of getting older or fitter. And here we go with the getting older again; we’re we going to give this a rest?