You bet!

What's the number one piece of advice given to me when I'm over stressed?

To "Just relax."

So.  Should I.  Or should I not.  Try to run 60 minutes worth of errands on a bicycle that isn't quite big enough, in under 40 minutes, with hedgehogs stuffed in my tightie whities.((Note: zero euphemisms.))

The answer, is a resounding, and admittedly obvious, "Don't do that."  Yet what seems to be missing from the conversation is that doing that is the only thing there is to do.  It's the only option.  I mean, with the cost of porcupines being so high.  We're being realistic here.

Then they'll tell me I have to then change my viewpoint.  Don't think of it as genital-hedgehog combat, but more like terrible massage therapy, that you're trying out until you find something better.

Then it sounds like something that's worth even spending money on.  Massages should relax you.  So, why not, I'll give it a shot.  After all, it's just about all I got.

Time to hedge those hogs, if you know what I mean.((Note: one euphemism.))