Walking around with my wife yesterday and heard “Hot Blooded”, which with my wife turned into an entire song about Boat Chicken on the walk home:
Boat Chicken, chicken on the sea
He’s the captain of the Sloop John B,
He’s got a first mate and that first mate is me,
Boat Chicken! Boat Chicken!
By the time we got home, it had extended to Cooked Chicken (internal temperature, 163) and eventually Zombie Boat Chicken. There was a discussion of international waters and boat raves, and then his cousin Rave Chicken.
It’s important to be silly. Especially when you’re busy. When you don’t have a lot of time to relax, a bit of periodic silliness can inject some extra relaxation into routine things, like walking around with your wife.
Exercise has been a bit of a disaster this week, but I feel like I’m caught up on sleep and ready to start next week afresh.