Foaming At The Mouth
Return to Normalcy
Actually I've been back in the city for almost a week but only now are my schedule and daily patterns getting back to comfortable rut I was in before those twelve harrowing days in the suburbs.
First of all, I should be taking fuller advantage of the spectacular weather we've had and gotten out to the beach or at the very least sitting in the fresh air to read a book. But one of my last actions that I took while out in the suburbs was to buy myself a much-needed new air conditioner. The last two summers in my condo have approached most literary definitions of Hell, what with the oppressive, miserable heat and humidity. But now, five hundred and some odd dollars poorer for it, I am positively cocky at the elements. They can do their worst and I will be at my best. I installed it last Weds. just before any serious heat came our way, and so far I've been comfortable even with the cooling element on medium or medium-high settings and I haven't even turned the fan to high speed once yet.
In the meantime, like my good friend Lancelac, I've been pressing myself to focus more on my workout life. The last two weeks have been an orgy of junk and booze, which is fun for a day or two but gets me feeling sluggish. Now I have fewer distractions and will be back to my basics. I never thought I would be this enthusiastic about such stuff but I really do like the practice of eating very healthy, pushing myself very carefully in the gym, then, best of all, seeing the results of it. This is not to say I have any moral objections against booze, dope, and rich foods, I just find I enjoy them more if I consume less and on a less frequent basis.
And in the meatime, life's rewarding me with good times and good people. Last week was a boat cruise down the river on a gorgeous Wednesday evening with food from Harry Caray's and Eli's Cheesecake, and Saturday was the Highland Games in Oak Brook, some strong German beer that tasted like it was mixed with molasses while out with my friend's sailing buddies, then a trainer from my gym go-go dancing at a club on Wells. Maybe I'm just getting old, but I've gotta pace myself from now on..
Return to Normalcy
Actually I've been back in the city for almost a week but only now are my schedule and daily patterns getting back to comfortable rut I was in before those twelve harrowing days in the suburbs.
First of all, I should be taking fuller advantage of the spectacular weather we've had and gotten out to the beach or at the very least sitting in the fresh air to read a book. But one of my last actions that I took while out in the suburbs was to buy myself a much-needed new air conditioner. The last two summers in my condo have approached most literary definitions of Hell, what with the oppressive, miserable heat and humidity. But now, five hundred and some odd dollars poorer for it, I am positively cocky at the elements. They can do their worst and I will be at my best. I installed it last Weds. just before any serious heat came our way, and so far I've been comfortable even with the cooling element on medium or medium-high settings and I haven't even turned the fan to high speed once yet.
In the meantime, like my good friend Lancelac, I've been pressing myself to focus more on my workout life. The last two weeks have been an orgy of junk and booze, which is fun for a day or two but gets me feeling sluggish. Now I have fewer distractions and will be back to my basics. I never thought I would be this enthusiastic about such stuff but I really do like the practice of eating very healthy, pushing myself very carefully in the gym, then, best of all, seeing the results of it. This is not to say I have any moral objections against booze, dope, and rich foods, I just find I enjoy them more if I consume less and on a less frequent basis.
And in the meatime, life's rewarding me with good times and good people. Last week was a boat cruise down the river on a gorgeous Wednesday evening with food from Harry Caray's and Eli's Cheesecake, and Saturday was the Highland Games in Oak Brook, some strong German beer that tasted like it was mixed with molasses while out with my friend's sailing buddies, then a trainer from my gym go-go dancing at a club on Wells. Maybe I'm just getting old, but I've gotta pace myself from now on..
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itsy:
you completely missed my point in that.
xhippykid:
I lost some friends on my list. A group or two. I dunno what happend really? 