I purchased a mess of books. Mostly accounting, econ, dog training, and some audio books on history. I also got Full Metal Jacket and the book of Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy (hopefully not the bastardized movie version).
Feeling some stress today so I've rethought my scheduling. I hope to start farming some tasks out to Keeley but I may well go farther. Now that I've moved to the Washington Street it should be easier to work more standard hours. I'm going to put in 8 hours a day (9-5) on SBP and two to three for SBS (5-dinner). On weekends I'll play catch up but nothing more. This is my new plan in brief. Though if I know me it won't make it though tomorrow.
Time for a hobby I think. Perhaps art? Writing a novel? The apocalypse preparedness program says I should load ammo. Keeley, our friend and new admin, promised to teach me to pay guitar. I'm debating taking Rocky with me tonight (first night at Washington). It might be more trouble than its worth but hopefully he will do his thing in the backyard and make the place feel less empty.
My pants seem loose but yet I feel fatter. Might be time for an exercise routine. I've found myself short of breath. Jogging is hard on my knee. Might require a rowing machine. Perhaps I should bite my shy bullet and join the gym and get my swim on.
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