A slow morning.

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I am trying to get going. I am quite tired. I really need to push for this last part though. I am so very thirsty, tired, bruised, and such. I must be honest, I am surprised I have done this well, held together, and in the bad shape I have become since I stopped working out that I have not had a stroke, diabetic coma, or heart attack. The hours awake, the physical and emotional stresses, the poor diet, the perpetual dehydration in spite of drinking gallons of stuff a day, and a number of other things really make me wonder why I am not toast. God either really has something for me or I am the luckiest (unluckiest) cuss cur that has ever swindled so much life out of one overwrought corpse!

"That don't confront me none, as long as I get my check next payday", I think that is how the song goes. I need to really hop and go as fast and strongly as I can. And, because I have done as well as I can, for this long, and over what I thought remotely possible, I have revised my first week's itinerary. I will not spend it sleeping. I will be out, first on foot looking at the University, meeting neighbors and friends, making small contacts in the community, finding out where hiking and driving trails are, getting my swimming pass, and finding out where to eat. Perhaps even working out whether I feel I have the energy or not.

Though I am sore, bruised, tired, and weak, I am so tightened up from the trip and moving that it would surely be a waste to let that pass. Seeing my bellyfat in full length mirrors has horrified me. I do not mind being ugly, I was born that way. But I do not like being like this. That is my fault. And, I mean to do something about it. Oh, I was able to bend over and touch my toes without bending my knees though! There might be some hope. Yep, this time, as soon as I am in, is the time to jump on it and push as hard as I can. When I really need a break, I will take it, but for now, I think my job is to push up and on.

I should also admit, I will be having my Mom up sometime soon. She may end up being in a hotel, the one I am staying in if I can make it happen money wise. Yeah, I know what I said. And, at the time, I meant it. As well, I can be a fool and a mean one, no doubts there. She may have her failings, she may have made mistakes, but she really has been there as she can, when she can, and as strongly as she can. She is only human, but a very loving one. She is the non-beatified saint of strays, drop-outs, and otherwise unwanted people. Her flaws are just there so that she is not eaten alive by us, sometimes quite ungrateful, lost souls. The bitter is there so that when we are able again to venture forth, that we do so. Distance and a new place help bring things into focus. If too, after a week or so here, I may well want to put her in the baggage compartment, if that is all there is, on the next plane out! *laughing* If she comes in winter, I will probably gear her up to be out of doors a bit. I will have to find a snowmobile rental place and take her on a low and slow outdoor tour, I plan on it myself anyway. Hey, she dressed me funny for years, I suppose it is my turn.

I must get going. Phone calls, contacts, hauling, driving, unloading, getting into my apartment, unpacking, and such await and the day is so very short. Oh, and another shower.

You people take care of yourselves. You really are in my prayers. Sometimes for special concerns, like you and your business Jean or your recent illness D.C.. Sometimes just because I happen upon your name as I spend quiet moments letting my mind wander during my prayers. Even those, like Brigid and Enemy of the Republic and Pretty Lady, who have left here never to return. I just cannot seem to hate or harbor ill will, if I can be a bitter pill and a thick-necked bastard. I guess I got more than cooking from my Mom, if my testosterone takes her nature to new levels. Know at least one person, for certain, is praying for you, and loves you. Good day.