I have decided to save money and lose weight. The latter so I can be accustomed to the skeleton-like physique that I will own in destitution and the former as an attempt to delay destitution.
I have adopted two strategies. The first is to stop shaving, thus saving money on razor blades. The second is to feed myself from the sea. Just outside my door is a lagoon full of food. I am determined to raid it and have been daydreaming a lot of sitting on the kayak in the warm sun leisurely reeling in my breakfast.
It is simple. I paddle out to the reef where I know from various diving adventures there to be loads of fish. I sling my hook, or anchor, and bask in the golden rays and fresh air as the fish bucket more or less fills itself with fresh squid, tuna, mackerel, parrot fish, snapper and that kind of thing.
Alas, the weekend arrives with high winds and high seas.
I am so frustrated but I suppose delaying reward due to danger is some kind of definition of intelligence. In addition daydreaming is in my experience nearly always more fun than the real thing.
I go watch birdwatching.