For as long as I can remember, I've despised sun, heat, manual labor, and exercise. (Those with extended experience of me will know this well.) This has been variously attributed, at various times in the past, to laziness, self-indulgence, fatness, vampirism, or that I was born and raised in Cleveland, which has the most overcast days a year of any major American city (yes, we beat Portland). The simple truth is I hate to sweat. I mean, it really really annoys me, and it always has. What the list of things in the first sentence have in common is that they all cause me to sweat. Sweat is a dirty, sticky, ugly thing. If I've perspired sometime in the course of the day, I have to take a shower before I go to bed. The thought of dried sweat in my bed sends me into apoplexy. (Sleep is a very clean experience for me; I can't fall asleep if I feel dirty.) Granted, not too astounding for my first personal revelation on this blog, but hey we gotta start somewhere. Toodles!