On public discourse.

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From retirement from almost any public life to a creeping social involvement, what was good yesterday is not so good today.  The other day, in the locker, a discussion occurred.  It matters not who started it.  The thing is, what I write here, even the absolutely unquestionable bits, aren't best for public discourse.  Perhaps if it is story time, and I have begun to know people, and in a more private setting.  I don't know that I made a complete ass of myself, but... the thing could be called to be too close for comfort.  And, being a bit nervous in even a small crowd of strangers, plus being a bit over sensitive about things, I can hope it wasn't all that bad, and probably it wasn't.  It is just that...  I have to figure out how to just keep my thoughts and history and stuff to myself, even if, perhaps more so, if someone else is telling their story and wanting to compare, or suggesting a bit I terribly disagree with. 

He was saying that his body building career was much better as a vegan, a lad in his early 20s should I guess.  And vegetarianism is... for me... a social evil, veganism a pagan religion.  At least he isn't still a vegan, or even a vegetarian, and I didn't really chastise him... if I did voice some doubts and tossed in a bit of a brag from my youthful meat eating days.  But I did bench 600!  Well, 550 for sure, and I definitely ate meat, if I at least I didn't mention the 31 waist, too, if I thought about it.  Another born Iowan, from not far from where I had been living last, too.  Although we did have a good long conversation about better food, first.  And some other interesting dialogue after.  Whole grains and whatnot, we agreed, and of course home-cooking every bit of it as the best way, and he suggested a movie called forks vs. knives, or some such.  Which I will investigate... it seems to go with my anti-medicine notion, and his.  Some doctors seem to be getting on board with it.  His aunt recently had a heart transplant, but the medicines which suppressed her immune reaction... allowed in cancer, directly.  And, really, a decent seeming lad.  While keeping my mouth shut is the only sure way, I suppose that isn't reasonable or my way in any case.  So, I'm just going to have to relearn to skip a more reasoned verbal rope again.  Never mind...  Just a note from teh management.

You know sleep was great when you have a kink in your back from it!  I didn't just sleep well, I slept long.  The emergency, 10-hour, alarm is what woke me this morning.  After 10 or 30 or something minutes of it going off, the girls started battering the door as well.  Fine, it was well past time to get up, to be sure.  I had waken at 3:30, and almost wasn't sure I would make it back to sleep.  My body simply laughed at my silly notion of actually getting up and ducked back under the covers.  I was asleep before any such other foolish notion popped back into my head.  From 21:00 to 7:30, give or take, I slept hard, and well.

Today, as I have mentioned, is a slow day.  If for no other reason, that sleep induced kink in my back has to be mollified.  Next, the days of swimming and such are catching up to me.  All good.  My arms are seeming to be a bit tighter, even my chest is beginning to pull together a bit.  Sore too are those muscles.  Just a bit of pain in them, just enough to be pleasing.  So far.  I do think I will be in Friday again.  I have, and am still, considering doing some forms of calisthenics on, probably, Wednesdays.  In time.  For now, and until I get a little loosened up, I think I will stick to the slow but sure swimming.  I don't quite trust myself to pulling off a home exercise program yet.

Phone calls, today.  And, most likely, the first coats of paint for the back room patches.  I think I will drill out the anchor holes first, then clean those up as well, before beginning to paint.  Thankfully, the anchor holes will be a very quick job, and if done correctly, quite painless.  As well, I will see if I can tinker with the front door, to see if the hinge stopper can be adjusted so as to work properly at keeping the door from hitting the wall.  If so, my job there will be done and I will look for any other door where that might be a problem, since I have several door stoppers available, either way.  If I end up with more doors needing help than door-stops, I will simply buy more door stops next time I am in town.

Pleased.  This weekend will be lower and slower.  I don't want to just stop, however.  House cleaning, laundry, and such.  Perhaps a prep to begin Latin lessons Monday.  Reading to be sure.  I found another book authored by St. Thomas Aquinas that is said to be an introduction to his thoughts, I have decided to hit that first, actually.  While I think the method I found for reading the Summa is fine, I just... want to hedge my bet on that.  Simply put, I would like to read Summa Theologica, but remember having to try several times to finally read the Old Testament, the catechism, and a number of other books.  I am going to try to read two different books at once.  Only time will tell if that is possible for me again.  If I recall correctly, three serious books at once was my limit.  Then again, who is to say I did that all that well.  I can't remember.

On to waking up and such.  Good day.