Spending too many years living slightly beyond my means. Too much red meat and fat, too much beer. Not enough exercise. Too many books I don’t read. A few weeks off from all of this, and I find that I don’t really care for red meat that much and a soda can be a treat again. A root beer, which I haven’t had in forever, brings back memories of Florida. Or perhaps the beginning of summer brought back Florida, and I always had root beer or cream soda down there. Being an adult who commands a middle-class paycheck means that you can do pretty much anything you wanted to do as a child, but couldn’t. But then, you stop trying to do much of anything. You forget the simple pleasure of riding a bike or running or going to the swimming pool.