More weird dreams. Though I suppose weird is a relative term. I again proved that I am among the small percentage of people who can read in their dreams. I think it’s because I just read and have read so much in my life. A bookworm’s gonna read, even in dreams.
I woke early again and got my walk done before my wake up alarm went off. I’ve decided for now that I’m going to really go for speed on the morning walk, be brisk on the lunch walk, and be a bit more leisure on the after dinner walk. Variety is good. I got under 20 minutes for this morning’s mile.
At work, I knuckled down and focused on finding the data that needs to be updated, and recording what updated needed to be made for each one. It was a massive spreadsheet, each record having multiple potential factors influencing the outcome. I feel like I’m a bit cross-eyed even now, but the data has been culled. I have the set that needs to be updated and I’ll review that with my team tomorrow.
My bowels are a bit backed up. I think I’m not quite adjusted to the amount of chia seeds that I put in my oats this week. Next week I’m going back to flax. I might bring some flax seeds along on my business trip to put in the oatmeal that I hope that hotel’s continental breakfast will feature. I figure oats are a fair bet, but flax or chia are unlikely to be found. I’m trying prune juice to smooth things over.
I’ve been feeling kind of cheerful today. The morning sky was star filled. The evening sky full of soft clouds. I really need to vacuum in my office, but that means picking up my office and I haven’t gotten myself motivated for that quite yet. But I’m getting closer to motivation after I found a bug crawling on my shirt while I worked.
I’ve been tired today as well, but overall I’m feeling more open and optimistic. I have completed my sentence. That ordeal is over. I succeeded. I can relax now, and look forward to what comes next.
I wish I could have made this tortilla pizza for Ambrose. I really think he would have liked it. And he would have made us delicious meats to top it. Spam is good and all, but the things Ambrose could do with chicken… Mmm.
