Whew, I have caught a fine writing jag from that green Betty's Eddies sativa taffy. I might have to get more of these, and use them to write with on a day such as this, stuck at home, and not yet gotten around to drinking.

The other component of our "home gym" is a stationary bike that has been in my family for a quarter of a century. With my brother's help I hauled it out of the basement there one night last year, with my brother's help. Drove it on over to Missouri. It lives now in our dining room. An odd place perhaps for an exercise bike but I use it and I when I use it I can look out the window at the birds visiting the feeders. Getting a proper amount of exercise is worth a lot to me; worth a heck of a lot more than the way a room might look.

I have done 12 minutes of rowing and 18 minutes of cycling. I'm not pushing the pace. I feel a little funny with the Covid tingle/current running through my blood along with the THC from the Betty's Eddie. Add to that some endorphins from the exercise—a strange concoction. I know where my aches are. Both cannabis and Covid are so adept at conveying to me where in my body lies the inflammation of the day. I have to stop and think about it, and feel it, be mindful. Then, there it is. Like a bird hiding in tall grass. Ah yes. The middle of my back, my calves, my knees. They are barking at me, squawking, asking me to consider their plight. Behind my left shoulder. My feet, the bottoms of my feet.

As I was coming down with this batch of Covid, the feet were the first place in my body that stood out as being unexplainably sore. We were up in Hastings, MN, visiting my buddy from college and his wife. Ain't it grand to get sick in someone else's house? We stopped in Iowa City, IA, on the way, stayed in a hotel. I ran four miles on the treadmill in the gym there, at an incline for half of that time. I felt good, I was humming. We walked a lot around Hastings, went out on foot a couple of times a day, just tooling around. The second morning of our Hastings stay I began to think my feet felt really sore but I stored the thought away. We had a whole 'nother day to enjoy, during which I felt less and less myself, more and more sick.

Anyway! These Betty's Eddies are just fine! Each taffy is 10 mg THC, 2.5 mg THCV. Sativa is a fair classification. Don't take one of these if you are about to try to sleep! By no means are these effects unique in the world of cannabis edibles but they allow for a thorough and unhurried sativa high—without much of a head-rush, freak-out, mind-scraping bite. The exercise probably helped me through that initial phase of the high; the high probably helped me through some of the exercise. Maybe this is why some people like to get a little high and then do their exercise. Generally, that is not my approach. But it worked well for me today.

These effects are as strong and appropriate for pen-to-paper as any flower effects I have experienced. Without having to smoke to get the effects. I'm mainly a flower guy but if I couldn't smoke for some reason, these watermelon Betty's would be a staple in my rotation...