Lesson learned, breakfast it is.

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Swimming was murder today.  I did get showered and dressed and to Mass first, but then forgot my gym back and had to drive back home to get it.  I was already quite hungry, and getting my gym bag added time before lunch.  I had little energy to swim.  I was choking on each half lap, not even being able to kick out a full lap.  And I certainly didn't stick around to get on the pedals.  Not good.  Further, I do believe I will be figuring out a breakfast for every morning, as I can, from now on.  Oatmeal, Cream of Wheat, cracked wheat, and an egg or some other protein, perhaps with toast or a bagel.  I absolutely have to have something.  And it's not like I have nothing to improvise with.  Even a bowl of chili or cold pizza I was gifted on my way home would have been better than nothing.  Live and learn... or remember?

On the way home I did stop to eat.  I received one approving look from a sharp looking older woman, with probably her grandson.  I almost got a feeling like she was going to reach out and... adjust my shirt, as she would approvingly to a son, as he was heading out the door to the prom after she had properly set him to rights.  As I was eating, I happened to look up just at the right time and caught a mother, I had seen her enter and take her children back to the playroom, looking at me rather approvingly.  While neither of them were, say, interested...  and rightly so...  I did like the approval.  Yes, clean shaven.  I was dressed for Mass, still, of course.  So, yeah.  But still.  That is the reaction from those type of women I am looking for, exactly.  Unless of course they are having flashbacks to some favored crooner.  Ugh!  One never, for sure, can know what a woman is thinking.  Two general approvals in a row, however, from the right types?

Not too much else will happen today.  A couple of missionaries will be visiting today.  And dinner will be arriving before long.  The incoming food, actually, is about a third of what is sustaining my efforts, in the temporal manner.  Medicine and sheer will on some days are the other two things.  While I don't believe in the "village theory", I also believe no man is an island, although some of us can be dense as a rock.

Tomorrow?  I hope to figure out a door-stop for the back door, begin mudding the wall it has damaged, paint where needed, and finish laundry and dishes.  I drain the dishes, now, when I end up not washing them.  There are no more than ten things to wash, including three pieces of stainless utensils... what's my problem!  Some things simply never change.  Bah!  I'll... get them... eventually... probably tomorrow... probably.  Oh, and I might call the local barber.  My favorite gal has not called.  Either she couldn't find local work or she isn't interested.  Both my friend and myself need a trim, badly.  So...  My friend's friend suggested a barber.  I'll try to arrange for two haircuts Wednesday, if not then for Friday or next Monday, unless Monday is his off day?  Hmm, I better boil a dozen eggs while I am at it, too.  If I think I want to start doing that on the weekends, so that Friday is my dinner out day, as a reward, and so I don't have to see eggs as all I get for the rest of the week.  I need something to look forward to at the end of the week, and even a fast food meal will do.

Well, that's that.  Later.