I went out to lunch with the guys at work today, so I decided not to go to a show or bowling or anything tonight (it’s all a tradeoff. I really needed to get out of the office, and I like hanging out with the guys, but I spent about $5 more than I wanted to. Water and the daily special next time, no sides).
Headed to the gym right after work, -75% of basal for an hour before and the hour during the workout. Didn’t bottom out until the end. Took a lifesaver. Perfect 80 at dinnertime. For next time, -75% of basal an hour and a half before workout and half an hour during. Trial and error. There’s no easy way out of it.
Walked over to the craft store across the street to look for a cheap (under $50) craft table, as I turned my pony mod table into my dining room table, and I miss my pony mods.
No luck, so I spent the evening walking among the local hotrod club cars assembled in the parking lot, then went over to The Greene and listened to some live music. It was a gorgeous summer night tonight. Kids dancing at The Greene. The whole fake town lit up. People eating ice cream. Security guys on bikes. A loud Ohio rendition of “Save a horse, ride a cowboy.”
Walked home, wrote two or three thousand more words of my version of The Empire Strikes Back (have I mentioned that Empire was my least favorite movie in the series? That explains a lot about my struggle with this book. It’s a necessary book for the series arc, but a difficult and sometimes not-fun one), and listened to loud music.
Tomorrow: pancakes, loud music, and a bunch more words.
Now: blessed, lovely, fantastic sleep.
Juicy.
