I’m taking a few days to reset and reload myself. I’m looking forward to getting out of the desert for a couple of those days. The real key is to give myself mental time, physical time, and emotional time away from the grind. The daily can wear on me. When I was younger I really did think the idea of wear and tear was a joke–something old folks and idiots used as an excuse for downshifts in effort. Now that I am on that grind it makes all the sense in the world. The blog ought to be proof that my energy stores are depleted and the brain juice ain’t what it ought to be.
Physically, I need to figure out a plan to take advantage of the excellent weather. I need to be out and moving about every day. I have not done such as of late and it shows. The fat isn’t fading.
Some Thoughts:
- I’m going to use Sevin as my first attempt to quell the cricket problem. If that doesn’t show results, I will go to the poison store (yeah, that is actually a thing) and get it moving.
- My son’s cat is all cuddled up beside me. Don’t know what that is about. She’s usually cuddled up like five feet away with a clear line of demarcation. Now she is insisting on head rubs. There is a simple comfort in petting a cat.