A day of rest.

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It took some time to decide.  I wanted to get out, be out, and get going.  So I really explored the notion.  I kept checking, looking for the energy, checking my general status, thinking, and... wanting.  Simply put, what is needed isn't there.  In some ways it is close to being there, in others it is miles away.  I even thought about a drive to the range.  But, honestly, not even that is there, not with a Saturday outing planned and with the given of what resources I have on hand.

Now, a day of rest in these times, is not actually a down day.  It merely means a day in which big things aren't done.  And, honestly though, little things need to be kept in check.  Too many little things leads to the sum total of a bit thing.  Pacing is key. 

As I am coming to some sort of life again, I am having to learn to evaluate projects.  I considered getting to my garage, and straightening that out.  While, to my mind, that seems like a little project, and is compared to SOME PEOPLE'S garages, it is no small task.  Oh, I could spend an half hour out there, at a time, but that isn't what my other mind had in mind.  No, it was thinking to dive in as if the task were a pool, and only surface when the task is done.  A fine notion if alone and to itself.  But not with many tasks, chores, and promises to keep all vying for time, space, money, and energy.  Still, an half hour out there, with allowances for an hour, might not be a bad thing.  I think the whole project, all at once, is probably too much for me at this point, truth be told.  Shifting, moving, sorting, making space for the bench, etc.  Tools, equipment, oil, sweeping, dusting, maybe even some real cleaning.  So much work for such a small space.  Yes, maybe an half hour to hour.  That will get me some fresh air, while I am at it.

Tomorrow might have to be a slower day too.  Then the shoot, a few days down perhaps, and then back to hiking, and maybe biking.  All I will be taking on the bike is water.  Several canteens, probably strapped to the bike if I can do it.  Squirt bottles don't quite cut it, at least at this point.  I wish there was an easier way to town, with the bike.  I get hot when bikers ride too far out.  And, since I try to be a man of my words, I won't ride unless I can keep tightly into the margins.  At this point, I will be honest with you, I know I can't.  I also, after these considerations, understand why others don't.  They aren't in shape enough to handle the extra effort riding on graveled roadsides affords.  Yes, I do understand.  About 23 miles, one way, would be a perfect eventual test of my bike-fu, and with a town in which to get a little food, perhaps a park in which to take a short nap, and maybe even small window shopping, or a small purchase, just to make the event more real.  Riding for riding's own sake, as even with hiking, is... difficult.  I think they call that "dry".

On to... something or other.  Later.