If I stay away from highly populated areas, like the street in front of Mile End Station or the Stratford mall, a walk can be a useful respite from the tension of staying home to reduce tension. Better, I think, to embark upon multiple outings of lesser length than to go on one long walk which could lose its potency, mid-excursion.

Additionally, more frequent egressions help break up those lengthy, in-home detensification sessions, which also suffer from diminishing effects. (In fact, both can become a cause of that which they seek to cure.)

Anyway, I'm happy to report that my morning walk was nigh on perfect, proving without a shadow of a doubt that I could get to the big supermarket and back in time to watch the +1 rebroadcast of Ironside. My afternoon walk, however, (somehow) found me at that damned Stratford mall and its pain-inducing hubbub of low-income shopping frenzy.

Meanwhile, I desperately had to go to the bathroom due to all the water I drink to make sure my tensed muscles are protectively lubricated. I almost didn't make it to Morrisons in time!

By the time I got to the men's room door, I forgot to be calm and, leaping toward the piss outlet, I self-jostled my eyelid into what eventually became an almost full-forehead cramp.

Note to self:
Shorter afternoon walks.