How long could it take?
- Anemia is a weird little monster.
- I’ve gone from hanging metals on my walls documenting all the miles I’ve covered in years past to the daily question of how close can I get to an actual mile?
- If I manage it, I might feel pretty good for the rest of the day.
- If I manage it, tomorrow could be sheer hell.
- Most days I got to get as much done as I can before I go all light headed and snoozy.
- Case in point, merely coming downstairs to the Dharma bunker so I can check my email and write in OD has a downside. I eventually have to go back up the stairs. I’ve got a roast in the crockpot out on the breezeway. I can’t just stay in one place. Getting back upstairs could mean I’ve used up all my steam for the day but some stuff you gotta do.
- Ended up out on the porch speaking overlong with a gut and running for the county prosecutor’s office. He knew all the buttons to push. He’ll probably get my vote if I can chase down the ballot that was scanned into the PO on Saturday but nowhere to be found on Monday when I went to pick things up. Conspiracy? More like a human error which would be the most likely culprit in any failure to complete such a task. They could have”lost” the junk mail from Rep Fakelady who wouldn’t waste a minute walking through my neighborhood to hear what I think. I’ve me the big phony and would be glad to see just about anyone takes her place. I don’t really have a “party” though I vote slightly left to honor my father and to spite my mother who went too far with political crap. Politics are mostly crap but I feel like you look for the “rubber meets the road” stuff and tend to that. I wish people would really talk to each other about the nuances of real problems and put the affiliation blather to rest.
- I drank all the ice water in my thermal jug. One way or another I have to go back upstairs. Drat.