Still tight.

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I did a few things, on my own, to loosen up last night.  I wouldn't say I did stretches, per se, more like minor warmups.  I am still a bit tight today, my biceps, shoulders, and triceps seem to be the holdouts.  Being so solid made getting to bed on time difficult.  I just allowed an extra hour of sleep this morning, setting the alarm for 8:00, which I woke to if not easily.

Today is a rest day.  I am planning on washing the pan that was left, and painting the back hall repair spot at least one more time, and perhaps dealing with clothes.  I should have enough hangers, finally, to get everything hung.  Folding my shirts, beside putting creases in them, is more akin to folding a small sail then a shirt.  And I have never been good at folding shirts.  Towels I have learned to fold.  Even jeans can now be folded reasonably well.  But even a t-shirt is extremely tricky for me to fold right.  I had a girlfriend, or one of my fiancees, who did it perfectly.  I can't remember which one though.  Hrmm, or were there two of them that were good at that?  And I did, honestly, try to learn from them.  Some things, though, it seems, just can't be learned by some people.

Yes, yes, I do pick on women.  Never worry though.  I truly enjoy the female population of our species, at least one on one.  And some of them must enjoy my company, for many have gladly held my hand for various times in their and my life.  And I certainly do pick on them, if still I think they picked back more and more often, just not half as well.  That, actually, is part of the job of a mate.  We pick to improve, or arrange our life.  Women are very much about the order of things, including, or I should say especially, relationships.  They need there to be a leader and a follower, and ranking even beyond that.  And, if they can, if they know what they are doing, on some things, I will gladly let them take the reins.  Most of my women have tried to keep me away from laundry, for example, if I think I do well.  I... thought I did?  And it was work I didn't mind so much.  Odd.

Another note, women don't understand the singular all that well, even the lone wolf type women I have been with.  Actually, more singularly natured women need an authority system more strongly than gadflies do, oddly.  And, even if they don't function well in it, singular type women very much have a belief in a ranking system for all people, with others either being above or below them, something I don't share to a greater, generalized, degree.  I do keep the notion of finding a woman, actually wife as the latter is easy, in my prayers, if I have changed how I pray.  Instead of just asking for a wife, I now ask that God see me to being ready for a wife.  A minor thing, some might argue, but it is the difference between asking for something and the wisdom and readiness for something.  If you have the something, but aren't ready for it, the outcome might well be grim.  And a woman, wife, is indeed something!  :p

On to breakfast and waking.  Oh, bp?  122/84, with a pulse at 67.  Weighing in, still, at 277.8.  I am going to try to remember to check my vitals daily this week, to see if there are still higher outliers.  I have faltered regarding testing every day, as frustration set in with the outliers and maintained weight.

Good day.