Harnesses and work.

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In a recent comedy video, the notion arose that a certain type of Britain, if harnessed, would produce a lot of work.  The truth is, harness any man and you can get a lot of work from him.  Now some men are weak, some men are ill, some men will balk at the intrusion, but most men were made to work.  Some men are better at the physical aspects, other men are better at the logical type, some few are even exceptional at both.  Personally, I think I was supposed to be the latter of the three, if that isn't a brag.  Actually, it is nearly a regretful thing.  It means I wasn't allowed to skate, at least when I was in good condition.  The world comes down really hard on achievers and over-achievers who don't do their capacity, and then some, and the world knows!

My problem is that I don't have enough going to be harnessed by "the man", or even to work to becoming "the man".  My schedule is off-kilter.  I truly am not always able.  And that ability might be available at noon, or 8:00, or 17:00 on any given day, plus be available only for a while.  However, a wife might be able to learn to know what capacity is at hand and... supply a harness to use it.  Nagging, from my experience, won't work.  However, setting up the work environment and casually discussing it while having me look over the thing?  That actually works.  Three or four of my longer term loves of the past learned how to get me to work.  My mother, finally, has learned the trick as well.  A little patience and an allowance for rest periods, and even I can do things they simply can't, won't, or don't, or do some of their things while they do other things.  Food after a heavy work period, though, just makes future projects more likely.  Just... thinking.

Oh, true, harness a woman and she can do her own things pretty well too.  But the actual pound for pound thing is a huge difference.  Or more, a pound of our work compared to sixteen one ounce jobs of theirs seems to make it look out of balance, but it isn't.  I prefer to work with pounds, they prefer to work with ounces, so it works... when it works.  Women will always be on my mind.  Uhrm, until I forget about them for a while.  Which is safer to do while not with one, I'll tell you that from experience!  :p

No, I didn't make it to swimming yesterday.  Like Friday, I showered, and dressed, but nothing else was going.  I couldn't move, got stuck, stopped, crashed, then slept.  I'm not worried, Wednesday is the next chance.  I suppose I could go today but I just... I simply don't have it in me.  I will be sitting on the balance ball though.  At least when I feel awake enough not to fall off the thing.

Later.