Today’s mostly been the kind of day where I count myself lucky if there’s time to take a shit. But, I managed to get things done, and still make time for a walk in the park after work. It’s the first night this week that I haven’t had something else to do :|.
The trees provide decent cover from the rain, although they do little for the spirit crushing humidity it adds to an already humid day. Packing my water bottle, so that I could stay hydrated, turned out to be a very damn good idea. I’m really just glad that when the humidity starts looking like Florida, the temperatures aren’t so awful. I find the walks and exercise do wonders for getting my muscles towards a happier state of tired-but-not-exhausted, but the weather sucked.
Life being what it is, I still had to cook, pack lunches, and get the kitchen squared away before I could actually sit down. But I’m happy everything got caught up. My inner craving would rather raid the diner for a burger, but it’s the healthy eating that’s made one of the largest impacts on reaching my weight goals. There’s few better incentives than obtaining your objective.
For what few hours I have left before it’s time to go to bed, I have a feeling that most things less urgent than a zombie apocalypse will be waiting until tomorrow. Either that, or I’ll be shouting “Sparkle, mother fucker!” and swinging a chainsaw. The next twenty minutes or so, are nearby declared a rest period.