Busy errand-running day. House in shambles. Laundry overtaking guest bed (good thing no guests!). It growls at me when I come in the room. Ran 5.5 miles today! Yippee! On a treadmill. Does that still count? Probably not.
There once was a monk with no arms who lived in a monastery far, far away. His job every day was to ring the bell in the bell tower, but since he had no arms, he would get a running start and bang! the bell with his head. It was painful, but he was so glad to be of use to his monkish brotherhood that he didn’t mind. Then one day there was a terrible ice storm, and the bell tower floor was coated in a sheet of ice. The armless monk began his first run of the day toward the bell, but he lost his footing and fell out of the tower and onto the ground, dead as a doorknob. A little while later two monks walked by and saw him lying on the ground. One monk asked, “Who is that?” and the other responded, “I don’t know his name, but his face sure rings a bell!”
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