Walking is my ‘new’ have to do. Y’know, exercise the old heart, get the blood pumping and, no matter what, don’t drop dead. So I really like it when the sun’s out, the wind is mild and the temps are above 60. But today is none of those. Rain, wind and 33 degrees. There was a time when I laughed at rain, wind and 33. And snow too. Why I was able to leap tall snow drifts in a single bound. Braved the windiest winds and the rainiest rains like Super Duck. But now the feathers are gone as are the muscles. Oh I can still leap, but its just to get out of bed. And the only rains l fight now are in the shower. As for wind, well I mostly make my own. That’s the new me, Wimpy Man.