Long walk through the forest with the dog, then arm exercises/weights and the daily double.
There was a tragic moment. I found a beetle struggling on the garage floor. It looked like it had escaped from a spider's web. I removed as much of the fibre entangling its back legs as possible, a delicate operation, and then I considered putting a drop or two of water near it because it seemed sort of dehydrated (hard to tell with the exoskeletal folks, but this one lacked the usual beetle vigour).
And then I chided myself for the distractions. Weights now, beetle later. At least until the next set.
I lay on the bench and did some chest presses, and then I moved my feet a bit to get up. And I heard a surprisingly loud sound halfway between a snap and a pop.
That poor beetle had crawled from under the middle of the bench to past the end, and it had definitely been dehydrated.
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