I need to do something physical. Yesterday I walked through a park, across a dam built in 1951 by the Army Corps of Engineers, over a stream, by a lake, and through duck feathers. I liked it. And I started reading Shadow of the Hegemon, and I’m liking it. I like books. Why did I stop reading for so long?
Yesterday I walked through a park. Today I’ll just walk in place, downstairs, on the treadmill. It’s stupid, but its too hot out to do anything else. And someone forgot to get me that free one month gym membership. (“But you’ll just waste it!”) Thanks Mom.