Football, Waffles, Boobies..... There's an opening thought that's certain to get some click-through.

These three things are all a man really needs during the cold winter months, but now that summer's supposedly here, I have to do without the football. I miss the boobies, too, but there will be new and exciting boobies to explore in the future, I'm sure.

What's it say about me that my deepest thoughts will swing from the non-existence of a God to a hedonist's checklist in a blink of an eye? Range, baby, that's what. I've got Range.

Loosening my grip a little this week- letting my emotions run a bit more freely, and letting someone else take control for the weekend's camping trip. I'll cover my bases, then take it as it comes. Going minimal in both gear and anxiety, if I can manage.

There's a nice little life-mode, actually. When I go cycling, I carry as little as possible. My house is as sparsely furnished and open as I can manage. Yet I allow my bran to carry way more crap than I need, and I get bogged down and fatigued as one would expect. Hmmm, something to reflect on for the rest of the day.