Monday? Absolutely indeed.

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I slept well, and long again.  I did, finally, finish the last story in Summa Elvetica.  No, no complaints about there being three tales.  Especially since they all stemmed easily from the main story.  They answered direct questions or filled in some backdrop.  They fit, whatever else the true reasoning for the cases might be.  I believe I will be hitting Prayer and the Contemplative Life next.  It is a less bold, soft-food for weak gums and teeth intellects, for those who are out of mind-shape, introduction to St. Thoma Aquinas logic, thinking, beliefs.  While I think I could simply go ahead with Summa Theologica, with the reading key I found, I believe a little homework first would be in good order.  And, actually, I did start it in that manner and found no real difficulties save a few caveats which I haven't worked out quite yet.  I decided on another tack.  Gosh, you know, I just realized.  I haven't just been working my body this last week, but my mind as well.  Beyond just reading, I kept looking for clues in the book and my mind about who a particular character might be, historically.  You have no idea how many men I have studied, been fascinated with.  Many of them lived quite humble lives, ate gruel often, wore simple "dresses" as I liked to poke fun at their garb at times, and only ever had sandals on their feet (plus many are *gulp* vegetarians!)... (damned hippies!).  :p  Pacifists too, many of them.  Yeah, yeah, I'm like an onion.  And, sometimes, it IS because I stink. But, urhm, not always.  At least many of them also drank beer.

I did not get the trash out last night, and there is still a load of laundry in the dryer.  The rest of the clothes have been folded or hung and put away, at least.  Along with the clothes that I folded but did not put away from the last wash day.  Hey, it... happens.  I think I woke and got to it early enough today, though, for the trash and recycling to make it out.  But with just two bags in each, it is difficult to become too distraught if I happened to miss that (though I am sure I didn't).  I have decided to keep the cat litter at least one more week.  It really, seriously, does last a very long time, especially since I use three litter pans for my two girls and clean it out usually every day.  I have to be cautious about throwing away good money, so to speak.  Further, that litter can be hard to find.  I will check the store today.  I need wet cat food as well, anyway.  Those things and a power cord for the mini-computer, then home.  Mass then swimming are the highlights for today.

Thinking about my out-of-control diabetes, and the fact that the medicine for that is doing nothing, I have decided to make a strong attempt to go back on the diet I had been on.  Meat and whole foods, for my part.  Going without food is unwise, and I still couldn't cook, and stay on top of my dishes, myself, so I have to continue with the meals I receive.  I personally think they are just fine, though.  I actually don't believe in the recommended diet for diabetics, as my efforts with that have disproved the notion.  But for those meals I cook, back to the basics that I did find to work.  To that end I cooked whole oats this morning.  A friend suggested that, the problem with oats and other gruel, is the notion of sugar.  I suggested, for him, honey, if he liked it.  I also suggested he investigate sugar a bit more.  As with (other) carbohydrates, some are better and some are worse, and it may not be what many think.  I recently saw a bit of research where a theorist found himself disproving his own theory, and not happily to a degree (as it doesn't follow the 'natural is better' line that is foisted on them and they try to pass on).  For my part, this morning, sweet didn't sound good so I went modestly savory.  Adding a pat of butter, salt, and pepper.  But, really, I would like to explore various spices and herbs as well.  I may have to see what others liked in that vein and revamp it more my way.  The nice thing is, having sampled between three and four dozen herbs and spices, various salts, and different "black pepper" types and methods, so as to be able to mix and match those for very particular meals and tastes, I do have a bit of a... deep flavor profile stored away.  It might be rusty but it is definitely not dead.  It would be a good time to begin cracking whole wheat berries again too.  Yes, yes...

My gym bag is repacked, and set up better than ever.  I seem to have lost one pair of goggles.  They must have been set out, either at the gym or here at home.  I will check their lost and found today, and look around the house over the next several days.  I have found that, if I clean a bit while I look for things, cleaning is easier while finding is surer, unless finding is vital at which time I need to clean after.  An extra pair of underwear, a spare t-shirt, several trunks, clogs, two pair of goggles (I should try the old goggles to see if they are still watertight) and a back-up towel.  I think I have my swim watch in there, too.  I might take that out for now.  I have my own kick-board in the vehicle.  It was bought after speaking with a knowledgeable young man while considering the various board designs.  In his opinion, this is the one designed or at least more useful in the actual strengthening of the kick.   I can't remember what he suggested about the other boards.

Bit by bit, life is truly moving along quite nicely.  I am still, to be absolutely honest, trapped in a little room.  I remember, at one time, being a free man and a man of action.  And while it doesn't seem that much different, and more it would seem I am freer now, the truth is that while I didn't do all I could then I did choose what to do of the things available and simply did them.  At this point I am just beginning to explore doing what I did just as a side or base-line then.  I can't simply choose and do, at this point.  And I am doing so as a very weak man, not as a lion.  I simply don't know if I will ever hit 20 minute miles, or stacked three together, for example, then decide whether to go on a three day hike or bike the shoreline for something to do on the weekend.  Well, I am alive.  I am back in the pool.  I will do what I can.  It just strikes me as odd, at times, to see the old me and the me-right-now, juxtaposed.  I had no choice in letting it slip.  If you do, don't let it slip away.  If you let it slip, get it back.  It kills me to be waking up to my future in such a state.  Hehe, well, maybe not kill, exactly.  What is the opposite of kill?  It 'lifes' me doesn't quite sound right!  Although... :p

Hmm, a bit of reading and waking, a shower, clipping my talons, then on to my day.  Good day.