Ugh! No real complaints though.

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Yeah, I did get my gear, including the computer, collected and ready, then got a shower in, remembering to dress for Mass.  After that I almost sat around too long.  I did hit my fingers and toes with the toe-nail clipper though.  Swimming, unlike before, is truly helping, already, to clear up the toe nails.  They were better already, from being out here in the dry, though.  But swimming is putting the finishing touches on them.

It was quite good to be at Mass again.  Father is looking healthy.  I will have to remember some things a bit better, but for now, just like with swimming, being there is the trick.  My goal, with Mass, is to reaclimate myself to being in the pew for a few weeks, then hit a Saturday or perhaps Sunday Mass.  I am thinking the first big Mass should be on a Saturday so that I can get to confession which is held the hour before Mass that day.  As I have said, it has been my goal to make Sunday Masses for some time.  And, being up at 7:00, if still pushing it considering health, makes that a possibility.  If not, Saturdays will work.

Swimming was good.  I really feel some strength returning.  Oh, it will take a very long time to get anything serious back.  Even swimming a mile in an hour is pretty... lame.  And I am certainly not even there.  But for my age and health?  I simply don't know.  After this week I will begin tinkering with the heart monitor watch, to see about keeping my heart rate at certain levels.  Burning calories is one goal, increasing strength and stamina are two other and possibly separate goals, regarding heart rate readings.  I won't really worry about that, like I said, until I am at a point where I have enough marbles in the game for planning to matter.  Now, something I am considering, is continuing to go three times a week, but to use one of those days for a elliptical workout.  I might get more out of my swimming too?  I don't know, yet.  Just a thought.  It would be good to have some medical advice regarding this, a medical coach.  A standard coach might not be wise and a doctor just doesn't know either.

I was extremely hungry after the swim.  The oatmeal did well at filling me right up until it utterly failed.  HU NG RY!  I slipped into Walmart and grabbed enough cat litter and wet cat food to fill the "use" larder.  Next time I shop for them I will pick up the refills plus one last shot of mid-term larder extras.  I wanted to go get the charger right then, for the mini-computer, but my body vetoed me like a woman heading to a sale.  FOOD!  Absolutely no choice.  A double quarter large meal, with a McRib on the side.  Too much, but you couldn't have debated me out of it at the time.  Then to the other store, for a charge cord, which they did happen to have.  I'll tinker with that after I rest up a bit.  This hunger, by the way, was not a sugar thing.  This was a pure belly hunger.  It was... good to feel that, and even resist it a bit.

Not bad.  Not at all.  I even brought the bins in from the curb, when I returned home.  I even though about checking the mail but decided once or twice a week was good enough for that.  Wednesday will do.  What next?  I did suggest sanding the ceiling and tinkering with the mini-computer.  I honestly don't know if even one more thing will happen.  Even if not, I am satisfied.  More is better, and tomorrow is an off day, but sometimes enough is cutting over into too much.  Time will tell.  Later.

Oops...  KoC meeting tonight.  Can I make it?  Can I!  Hmm, am I supposed to bring refreshments?  I forgot to ask.  Of course, if I bring them and they aren't needed, they can simply go back into the larder for next time.  Yes, yes...  I can certainly make it.  That means little else will happen, but...  I wasn't thinking much else was going to happen as is.  Hehe...  Now I have a Real excuse!