Nothin’ left in the tank today, that is.
This need probably not surprise us, given my Big Writing Binge of recent history. Notwithstanding that I took all of yesterday off, doing even more nothing than I intended.
I’ve spent much of the last 14-15 months learning how to push my limits without seriously overstepping them. Seem to have to have missed a bit on that last thing, this time through the obstacle course.
Ah, well. No big thing. It’s a learning process, and will continue. Presumably as long as I do. Life, after all, is yet another skill.
Nothing of huge moment to do today anyway. I do soon need to get the draft cleaned up enough to be seen, thus sent in, and add back some of those Parts I Cut Because I Feared The Book Would Run Too Long. But not today.
I do need to issue forth, to my dismay, for basic supplies – such as cashews, which given my low-starch/low-sugar dietary habits form a staple snack in lieu of things like chips.
Also, Emma Dog needs a walk, because she’s getting painfully bored and also lest she turn into a cheese. (Daddy got two miles in with her Uncle Joe last night, meaning he’s at reduced risk of fromagification*.)
Sadly, I need to hold off the kettlebell swings, at least for a while, since I’m getting some odd pain at the front of my left knee. Overhead presses seem OK … when I have, like, energy again.
Otherwise? Carp. No idea. Figure out what I want for dinner that will require minimal effort to get in my face (although I have already made a batch of starch-free psyllium-husk powder “pancakes.” They don’t suck!) Watch some movies. Maybe try to get myself to see something other than old MST3K episodes on Netflix Streaming. Although I do indeed love me some MST3K, especially when it’s Joel.
Tomorrow? That’s a whole new day.
Or so rumor has it.
*Totally a word. A word I just made up. I get to do that. I’m a professional.