The Good Life: Staying Active? My Eggs Keep Me Moving
Eggs keep me alive, more or less. It is not just the eating of them, although I do down two scrambled eggs, dolloped with mayonnaise, almost every morning. It is the getting of those eggs that fulfills my doctors’ instructions to get a half-hour of vigorous exercise nearly every day. That begins with a walk toward the barn, located about 100 yards from our farmhouse. Out where we live, one does not simply walk out the back door and stroll into the barn. Chores pop up all along the way. Left to themselves, our four or five cats would be barn cats. My wife decided to entice them ...