I have to get going! Help!?!

Ok, I have been home for days. I looked over what I need to do, and it looked back. It looked like too much, so I pared the list down to size and made it practical then jumped up and… grabbed a soda and then sat back down to look at this screen again. My butt is dragging and a little sore from sitting, but my notions and intent are in high gear, something has to give. School starts the 9th, I need to talk to my academic advisor on the 8th, I need to get my paperwork from the UoI to him by then, I need to contact my friends about shooting and hunting, I have to get groceries, I am trying to make a few other assorted contacts, and I would like to sort some things out here at the apartment. Well, or not. Ha.

Oh, no one was in my place while I was gone. My computer is still infested, but I think until I get a different configuration (at least a router, perhaps a change in ISP, maybe a different OS, and in last but not least worrisome maybe a new computer), I think no matter what I do, I will be hacked again and quickly as is. Someone either likes or does not like me. It seems more like a watcher than nefarious thief or computer user, but that is worse in it’s own way. I could NOT be that interesting. Whoever it is must be a freak or board stiff.

Oh, I did not write this about this as I had intended. When I was at my Mom’s place and helped her clean her room I got a little surprise. I spent a day moving furniture, scrubbing walls (she’s a smoker) and ceilings, and such. It was quite a chore, using every muscle, extended as far as I could reach or scrunched and tucked to get into an odd position to move old heavy dressers on carpeting without wheels or here pain in the butt to move bed, move them back, adjust them, rearrange them… I did say my Mom is a woman right… My surprise was in scrubbing the ceiling and higher on the walls, moving furniture solo, and doing odd sundry, I was not sore. Not that day, not the next, not the third day. Now, we only did that room. I felt bad, but we ran out of time and energy. I was tired for a day, just not in pain, weird. I wonder if the dreams somehow keep me a bit more fit? It makes me wonder about what I can do, if I can find a way to do it. Remember, I do almost nothing. An occasional hunt, an occasional hike, school two classes a week, and groceries shopping, that is it. And, this last 6 months is more active than I have been for four years, aided by medicine as I am.

Ok, I really have to get going. Dratted tasks are hounding me and I think I ducked into the last place I could go for the last time. I need to make a list, take a shower, have some coffee, and move!!! Go, Go, Go!

Update:

I created a list, completed several tasks, and I am working on three more tasks to be checked before I rest, maybe four. I am still dragging butt, just not quite as slowly. Just in case you think I did what I thought I was going to do... nothing. :p