And I found myself all but laughing the entire time out of sheer ... I don't know, exhilaration? Appreciation for the ridiculousness of the situation? Delight to be out in the wide world with nothing to worry about except getting to the top of the hill?
Writing feels a bit like this right now. Not exactly unpleasant, but not easy, not the way I expect, and there's deadlines and things hovering over the edge of the hill.
If I keep trying long enough, eventually the words will fill up the page and an end will come, and perhaps someone will be interested in reading the result. And if not, there is satisfaction in looking back over even seemingly small accomplishments.
Thus ends a rather maudlin post. Maybe next week I'll be able to coax Batman & Co. back in for a poll or two and return to being mildly entertaining.