Up a bit late.

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But for good reason. Two of the times I put a load over from the washing machine into the drier I simply forgot to set or start the drier. Feeling cheated, I stayed up to finish the laundry. I was not able to sleep until 2:00. A 10:30 wake-up, considering, is just fine. More so since I do not need to leave my home. That last load of laundry is getting a tumble, the curtains have been opened on a shining sun and new day. I ground coffee last night, just enough for a pot of French roast this morning. The water kettle has been heated once but will need to be rewarmed. My bed has been made, weighing and brushing has happened, medicines are down, and before long at all I will do my little exercises for the morning. Wow, almost everything gets done within an half hour or so of waking. Let me do those exercises so I can say it all got done. All done.

Today is mostly a phone call day. Finishing that last load of laundry, going through drawers, cleaning the living room, maybe a sweep and vacuum today or tomorrow, and using the weights. Since the bench is in the unheated garage, I ought to begin looking for a real sweat suit. Hmm, maybe I could just use some of my winter undershirts? No, I would at least need a layer over the thermal levels to make it useful. But I best keep those in mind, especially as I begin adding weights. By the way, my form for pushups and crunches have improved dramatically. I doubt if they are perfect yet, but they are trending toward right. Though it has been a long, very long, time since I have done those, I at least know what is wrong when doing them, if not exactly what is right. When I get further along, to where the number is a non-issue, I can begin perfecting the form even more. Right now I have what I have and do what I can do. My word though, how my arms are tightening up, my gut is pulling in (as far as that much belly can, mind you), and I can sense a tightening of my whole body. I really can't wait to see where I will be in a year if I continue to do this and add just a bit once in a while. Just a few in the morning and at night? Really, that is all? But understand too, I have never been coherently awake enough to... stay on track with daily duties until now. I have tried before. I may even fail again. It has only been a week and a half, I will be more secure in a month or two. If I do this for two months, I will get me a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue. Yes I will. I don't even care about failing one time, or one day, or even two. What I care about is that I get right back to it and that misses are uncommon (or better, never happen, but, you know it can).

Without a timetable I have to keep, someone to see, or any other outward inducements to keep going, days like today are troublingly difficult for me. I have to keep on myself. I have to avoid the trap of idleness, but without pushing too hard or fast. I am prone to both. Like a golfer kicking the ball out between two traps in a place that is known for cross winds on a long drive. This will never be easy for me. The professionals make it look easy, but it isn't. They have to work through all the details quite well prior to swinging or they will fail. If they kept it their whole lives there would be no seniors circuit. And I am nearly of that age, on top of everything else.

It feels so odd though, walking around a clean home. With dishes done, the floors clean, clothes all up or being washed, little surfaces becoming free of clutter, even the microwave clean, life is quite good. And more, the jobs that are unseen, the phone calls, the business mailings, the gifts and thank yous, all moving forward in an army ant efficiency that would make a general, boss, or mother pleased... And more, I think I have everything just right so that it will continue, perhaps indefinitely. I still feel tired. Sometimes downright exhausted. But whatever it takes to get beyond that seems to be in my grasp. Oh the joy!

Good day!