Why so upset, you might ask.

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I missed swimming this morning. I also did not work out last Friday evening. I could not wake up this morning, yesterday morning, or Saturday morning. I have been hard pressed to simply work out and I have been getting backlogged on everything but doctor appointments and college admittance work. My off days have been being filled with things, but nothing on my lists, often not of my choosing but it is how life goes sometimes. I am still chugging along as I can.

I worked out a lot earlier than what I usually do today in the hopes that there would be lap swimming this evening, somewhere. And there is, in about an hour. I will be able to make that up a bit, I only hope the pool is not too crowded. There is only a one hour window for evening lap swimming, so I will have to be there well early enough to get changed and try to get a lane. I can do nothing to make up the lost Friday workout, however, except to keep going.

I have done some of the backlog today, but I still have piles of work left. My house is a mess, I am exhausted, and life keeps piling up. It will do that, and for the foreseeable future, it will only get heavier, hit harder, and arrive faster. I must assume that people just get used to being suffocated by life, of suppressing their wants and even some of their needs, and just doing what they can, triaging life’s demands. Do what has to be done, then what needs to be done, then what should be done, then what could be done, then what it takes to do the job(s) absolutely as correctly as possible in the time, then take a breath? Is that life? I actually think it is much of the time.

Well, I need to get a shower, get dressed for swimming, get to the pool and swim, pick up my exercise machine, pick up some water, then put the machine together for tomorrow or Wednesday. And, sometime I am going to have to get some clothes into the dry cleaner, pick up some things for a friend, do about a dozen business and money related actions, and… Whatever comes next.

Oh, my neighbors are home! I am quite excited to see they made it back finally. They are the only neighbors I know and I like them very much. They just got home though, so they will need to rest up, eat, sort, and go through the whole thing. I know that, but as a single man. They have a small army to deal with. It is very good to see them. I might have to recruit the mister for walking or swimming. I know he is, or was, interested, but only in the mornings. Perhaps a 3 day a week walk, on my off days, or a mix of occasional walk, occasional swim, but in the early mornings. If I can get up! It is so strange what a single event can do to raise one’s spirits.

*poof*