I got up at the alarm again, even though I didn’t go to bed on time. And in the morning, I had motivation. I did things. I watered my trees and other plants. I exercised. I got my niece’s birthday card in the mail.
I found the motivation to work. I had vegetables with my lunch. Made it through many meetings and I got things done.
But after work, when I’d planned to ride the trike down to the library and print out some documents, I couldn’t get myself out the door. I think my movie is now overdue. I’ll bring it in tomorrow. That will have to be motivation enough.
The trike has a slow leak in the front tire. I think I should replace the tube, but that just feels like so much effort. Though I think the front tire should be easier than the rear tires were. And I do have a spare tube.
I had another Spam salad for dinner. If I want another, I’ll need to get more lettuce. I’m finding the combination of Spam and lettuce to be quite delightful. Ambrose was the one who introduced me to Spam. I remember on one of our early backpacking trips, he gave me Spam mixed with a bullion cube to warm me up. It was the one of the yummiest soups I’ve ever had.
I think I need to start running again, even if it’s slow and not going up and down the big hill yet. I feel like my legs are longing to stretch out.
I was so awake in the morning, but after lunch I felt so tired. That doesn’t happen out in the backcountry. By 5, I just wanted to sleep. I think I’ll go ahead and do that now.
