Today, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday.
Due to the generous vagaries and quirks of the way holidays are handled at my job, and the fact that I am a part timer - I escaped from work alive yesterday and don't have to report back for duty until Thursday. And still get paid for Wednesday. Not a bad deal for a grunt level job.
Five days of peace love and understanding.
I need it. I always need it.
As always, I am searching for physical and mental health. I have to keep banging away because my brain has been marinating in poison for decades; it's a lot to overcome.
Good start. I exercised today. Level 1. Always good for body and mind.
Real exercise has been erratic lately. I operate on two levels. Level 1 is the Full Monty - some phony baloney weight and push up work to avoid flabby old man arms AND riding the exercise bike for 20 minutes. The bike is what I dig, what I need , what I appreciate - that is real exercise.
Level 2 is reserved for days I don't have enough time or I just feel like a rancid piece of shit. No bike. I do the phony baloney arm stuff and I'll walk up and down the stairs a few times. Just to do something. Which at my age is better than nothing.
Lately it has been mostly Level 2.
Level 2 is OK, Level 1 is the gold standard. Today was Level 1.
Five sweet days to heal and love Carol and love Maka.
Who knows. Maybe I'll even learn to love myself.
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