Hopeful.

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My eyes are stinging, but I rolled back my wake up time. I was up by 8:00, a little before actually, in time to turn off the alarm. My goal is to be out of the house by about 10:00. The first jobs are to check/pay taxes on auto and home if needed. Then on to SLC to apply for the permit, pick up medicine, and see to that sword. It is going to be a long day. The nice thing is, nothing is on a schedule so I don't have to rush. Often, when traveling and with an appointment, I get caught up in the rush of traffic. I was going to say I hate the drive, but that isn't true. I just think the risk factor goes up for anything from an accident to a ticket. It gets a bit looney on the interstate when timing is more critical.

It looks to be a nice day for a drive. I made things easy last night by getting all the paperwork ready to go, then going online and finding the places I didn't know. My printer isn't working, so I had to take instructions down by hand. Fine, fine, my handwriting is good, a mini-drawn map on the back, the turn points, and a mental overview, added to a now decent memory means I probably don't need the instructions at this point. Still, I'll take those, the paperwork, and my freshly washed body and get it all done and easily. I hope.

I think the only questionable thing regards how long it might take to get in, see a pharmacist, pick up the needed medicine, and get out. The rest of it will be an easy day, if a very long one. I am going to be absolutely bushed by the time I get home. I don't mind being bushed, I am trying to figure out how exhaust myself physically as often as I can, actually. I am only a little disappointed that all this effort does nothing to get me in better shape. Or does it? Does it add to stamina? I don't know. If successful, it will be the crowning jewel of a day in a rather successful week. Do you all remember when... just making my appointment at the V.A., and doing nothing else the rest of the week, was that crowning jewel for a week, or even a month? I do. Things have improved if I still am a gimp.

Well, best get to it. A shower, a shave, some primping, dressing, and away. And to those of you who do this every single day of your lives, even those of you I don't like? *salute* You are better men (and women) than I am, on this point. Though and again, would you be able to compete in my shoes? Therein lies the thing you probably haven't considered. Not to detract, but could you live past a failed heart?


Good day.