Some people like to climb mountains, and others enjoy diving to the bottom of the ocean. Mount Everest is 29,032 feet above sea level. The Mariana Trench is 36,201 feet below sea level.
Some people like to blast their nether regions into the outermost regions of space. The moon is 238,855 miles from Earth. It takes three days to get there, traveling at 24,000 miles per hour.
I’m currently sitting at 994 feet above sea level. And I’m so content. I couldn’t be more at ease. The PSI is about 14.2, the humidity is at a pleasant 75% (less than that inside the house), and the La-z-Boy recliner is 100% comfortable.
You’d have a fight on your hands if you tried to relocate me onto an ice-capped mountain or plunge me beneath the billowing waves and behemoth icebergs of the North Atlantic (do they have those in June?)
Okay, so I don’t want to climb Kilimanjaro or Denali. I don’t want to explore the sunless uninhabited deathtrap of the ocean floor. What kind of escapade excites me?
This evening I grabbed a tiny end piece of a chicken breast off the grill to taste it and just about seared a hole into my fingertip. I had to apply Aloe Vera to it.
That was enough adventure for me.
to the recliner aficionados,
– Caleb
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