I got up and walked again this morning. There were three or four deer in my yard that got illuminated by my outside light once my motion activated it. They held still for a picture that barely caught their glowing eyes and white butts, and then they ran off when I started walking down my driveway, where I saw another deer, nearly invisible even in the bright moonlight. Once again, no need for the headlamp, though I left the rear red light on. And a good thing I did, since there was “traffic” consisting of a single truck that came up behind me.
I did some calisthenics when I got inside, and then showered and ate breakfast. I feel like I’m building a good morning routine. I’m hoping to do a run tomorrow during the lunch hour, though I’ll have to figure out when and what for my Move U exercises since I have sectional rehearsal tomorrow night. It’s in Cambridge, so it won’t be as long of a drive home. I should have time for exercises after dinner and before choir.
The work day flew by. A long training session in the morning and then nearly solid meetings in the afternoon. There’s a lot of training and testing on my plate, but I did set one process to go live today so hopefully that doesn’t set anything on fire. But I didn’t finish the email I was going to send reporting on another issue so I’ll need to finish that up first thing in the morning.
During lunch today, I made myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich to eat for dinner. After work, I ate it and then headed over to the Midvale farmers market. Joy, who sells the granola, said that this will be her last week for the season, so I bought two jars instead of one. There was only one other vendor. I hope it continues to grow for next year.
Then I drove directly from there to the hot springs, because I’d left home wearing my swimsuit under my clothes and with my towel and drink and kindle. The hot tub was nice and hot, and I chatted a little bit with a mom and son, but mostly I just read and relaxed. I left the hot tub for the pool near the end to cool down before going home.
I’m thinking about what I’ll be writing for this week’s story assignment. I’m just not sure how to fill the brief. I’m supposed to bring disparate things together, but things that I love and/or am passionate about. When I look inside myself for passion, I feel like there’s a hole where it used to be. I know it’s in there, but it’s hard to feel. Numbed and blurry. I’m detached from who and what I used to be. And I might never find myself attached in the same way.
My calendar is counting down the days left in my probation, and up the days that I’ve been doing Move U. I started marking the walks, calisthenics, and protein supplementation there as well. I’m going to start paying attention to my weight again after my birthday. I don’t want to have to buy new clothing. Though I should probably buy some new clothing. I’ve just been wearing Ambrose’s so much. But today I noticed a hole in a pair of my “warmy” socks. Maybe I can mend them.