I feel myself becoming lazy. I haven't left town in some time, and now as I get ready it seems like such a great effort. That means its time to go. For such a long time I didn't travel at all because it was just too much effort, and then it became impossible, and then I just didn't do anything. So I prepare to take a short trip and put up with slow trains, bizarre people and weird smells, El trains, and a shortage of good public bathrooms, in order to come back into a state of adventure. I need to be shaken out of myself. I need to remember that I can travel, and I can move. Without movement we just get fat.