When I saw a charge on our PayPal account to "Leather Honey", I remember thinking to myself "Damn, there's life left in the old gal yet…." and I checked the calendar to see when the next Date Night was: one has to remember that at our age, the last thing we want to be doing is messing up a good meal with strenuous exercise (or laying there getting sweated on as my lovely bride seems to think of it).
Coupled with that are the logistics involved..Jane needs about an hour and a half to shower and shave, cinch things down, strap other things up and prefers fading natural light (I'm not sure if its gentler on her character lines or she just doesn't like seeing me butt neked?) whereas for me it's just the shower and shave and the 15 minutes of Halftime during football is a perfect window…
I got home yesterday, saw a bottle of Saddle Cleaner on the counter top and realized I had been the victim of of my own misplaced optimism, but I guess in the big picture, imagination is a lot safer than actual experimentation and far less likely to end in a visit to the emergency room or at minimum the Chiropractor.

It's rarely rocket science, it's usually just math: then again if you can't do the math.......