I did wake up feeling less ill this morning. But I didn’t get out of bed at the alarm. I stayed there for another 40 minutes, again skipping the walk and the shower. I had a series of fascinating dreams. I saw some of my favorite people in the dreams, even though they were in strange situations. And I didn’t see Ambrose, that I remember, but the people I saw in those dreams are people that I will probably get to see again soon. No later than this summer, at any rate.
I had to remind myself to just take the next step. I usually make my bed when I shower, but I made myself make it before brushing my teeth instead, because I hadn’t made it for the last couple days.
I had a bit of a misadventure today in trying to get myself back to driving. I thought that I just needed to purchase proof of a specific insurance, but it turns out that the DMV needed that proof before they could unsuspend my license, and the insurance company sends that proof in an overnight batch. Which means that I might not be able to get my license until Tuesday, depending on whether or not the insurance company’s overnight batch automatically updates the DMV’s database or not. If it needs to be updated manually, then hopefully Tuesday. If it’s automatic, then I should be able to see the update tomorrow, and I’ll be visiting the DMV on Monday over my lunch hour.
Either way, the end of my driving dry spell is in sight. The judge decided to release me from the interlock requirement that the DMV wanted to stick me with, and I’ve also sent that in, as well as paid my reinstatement fees.
I am so grateful that I have a boss that let me go off on a wild goose chase over a long lunch hour. And that I have a neighbor who was willing to drive me all over the place in what proved to be a fruitless hunt to get a copy of my license. I think it’s kind of silly that they won’t issue me a duplicate of my license when it’s suspended, because having a copy of it doesn’t make it any more or less suspended. I don’t think they confiscate the driver’s license when they suspend folks. If the jail hadn’t lost my license, I’d still have it.
I wish I knew what happened to Ambrose’s wallet. The wallet that we shared. I must have had it with me when I drove through McCall that day, but the police claim they never saw it. And no one ever tried to use the credit or debit cards that were in it. I think the only thing I would have wanted to keep from that wallet, aside from the wallet itself, was his Lifetime Sierra Club membership card. But I still have papers from the lifetime membership in my keeping.
I contributed to a Kickstarter that gave me the opportunity to submit stories to a fiction magazine, Pulphouse. I also got a subscription to that magazine as my support reward, so I’ve been reading the stories to get an idea of what I might write. It’s published by Dean Wesley Smith; I’ve taken workshops from him in years past, and I know a bit about his process for writing. At first, I thought I’d take something that I’d written before and add things to it to make it fit the theme for this month’s submission, but I figured that Dean would see right through that. So I took a page from his book and wrote almost the whole thing, about 3100 words, today. I sent it off with no revision. I’m not confident in it being accepted, but I feel good about the process. That I can write 3000 words of a story on a work day. I feel better about the idea of finishing some of the books that have been percolating inside my head for too long.
I still need to get my Move U exercises done. I’ll see how I feel about doing today’s workout after posting this. At the very least, I’ll get the 15 minute minimum done.
My friend sent me a picture of the half-size prototype for Ambrose’s urn. It’s so beautiful. It’s going to be something that will honor Ambrose, and show the great love that he inspired in his friends.
Tomorrow, I’m getting back to the walking routine. I’m not going to be hitting my goals for the week, but I’ll get back into it. I might even go for a run. I felt like I wanted to run today, for the first time in a very long time. I want to move my body more. To sweat and feel how my body works. To build my lung capacity and muscles. Because I’m still alive.