Routines.
How easy it is, to pick up right where I left off. Friday afternoon, walk to the creek, jump in the cold water, walk by the post office, buy a few stamps.
Saturday afternoon, walk to the creek, go for a leisurely swim, walk to the post office, buy a few stamps.
I’ve had this awful crick in my neck, a free-floating piece of anxiety. One day, left shoulder, next day, right shoulder, Friday, it moved up to my neck, and the whole time, nothing like a little dip in the cool water to straighten out the problem.
I’d inquired, when I was still marginally employed, if I was supposed to work Memorial Day. Since I had that day off, I had big plans for the weekend, a fully empty schedule. Walk, swim. Sleep. Walk some more, swim some more, sleep some more. Get recharged.
Looks like I get to stretch my plans on into next week. Now that I’ve got afternoons free again, I can start looking for some paid readings – are as I tend to refer to it – real work.
I keep a written log of my mileage on the trail; it’s so nice to see it filling up again.
