I started mowing the lawn again this year after a few years of having someone else do it for us, and it immediately made me weaker, slower, and worse at playing golf. And yet, I kinda love it?

There's no time like the...no, actually, there's just no time. And yet, the solution isn't to do less. It might actually be to do more.

I haven't been running lately, and I fear that the way to get back to it involves using an old-timey torture device called a treadmill, which I really can't stand using, but is too convenient to ignore, but I really think I'm allergic to, but I could really use right now.

I watched The Masters pretty intently, and recorded both before and after the final round of Scottie Scheffler's win over Ludvig Aberg, Max Homa, Collin Morikawa, even Tiger Woods, and especially Rory McIlroy.

Having watched Dune at home, I can say that it is absolutely worth going to see Dune 2 on the big screen, even if it's to go see Dune 2. What does that mean? Do I like it? Do I not like it? Indeed.

A celebration of all those eggs you'll be hunting this weekend, and some reminiscing over that time Donald Trump had to wait for me to finish doing something.

Taking time to talk about my favorite exercise and the centerpiece of my extremely brief but remarkably effective workout. Squats? Deadlifts? Something else? Something else.