Achy, sore, tired, and all that.

Saturday, July 11, 2009 12:35
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But feeling good. I like what I have done, where I am, and what I am gearing up to do. If this is the price, I happily pay it. I am hoping that in a few days, I will be feeling up to snuff, and may begin exploring my new fish bowl beyond tending the necessities. I am sure there is a library nearby, I have. found the address of several Catholic Churches I may begin exploring, there has to be a little diner somewhere not too terribly far away, and perhaps a hike around campus, with a map initially, will get me acquainted with the facility and might lead me to the whereabouts of the swimming pool.

I cannot believe how fast one falls out of shape. Just last fall I was in at least decent shape. Though too, I think diabetes and some other things are playing their part. I guess I am fragile, more than I would ever care to admit. Perhaps we all are if we step well outside of our comfortable or normal zones. In shape or not, lots of travel, too much sun, new or fast food, and a complete change of environment might be all that is really wrong. I rested till noon today. My neck and body is out of sorts for it, but I did need to rest.

I do believe I will get out again today. I need to fill the gas tank, and I sorely need a little more air in the tires. That done, and since it is a weekend, I might head for the hills and see if there is a path I can take for a minor excursion into the wilds. I will not be pushing either my vehicle or my own limits, or even coming close. Heck, I will even take a few blankets in case I get tired and want a nap. Perhaps I ought to take a few snack bars too. I always carry water on board, a couple of 27 ounce metal containers full, and a spare gallon in the back, more if I mean to be out longer. If not today, then perhaps tomorrow. It will depend on how fast I can get moving.

Today or tomorrow, I will finish arranging my apartment. It would be nice to start the new week all set to go. I will get the trash and recycling out today, on my way out. Little things make life a lot nicer, cleaner, and make life feel good. Those little things help me push on past, at times, into new territory, so that I have a chance at a new life here, or anywhere really. Even the moisturizer has been a blessing. My cracking skin has begun to feel normal again, healthy, painless. Every little bit helps in a harsh world with many problems, inside and out. A few Tylenol, a shower, and I am out of here.

Have a good day.