Twenty-Five

Sitting listening to the morning thunderstorm. It’s not something you experience when you depart more maralial climes. Not even 1000, 81F, and a thunderstorm.

Might tip off a bit about where I am at the moment, but so be it.

I really don’t feel like I’ve got a lot of control over the things I’m trying to get accomplished today.

Sequencing can really negatively affect a plan of action. My own troublesome body isn’t helping much, either. I’m achy today. Could be MS. Could be physical exertion. Who knows.

I ended up last night hitting a chain restaurant that’s across the parking lot for dinner. I bought the small version of one of their dinners, and it was still way more food than I needed. Or probably wanted.

I drank a formerly-regional, now-national brew whose regular stuff I like on tap, but don’t like out of the bottle. It hit the spot. So did the couple of shots of cheap distillates.

I am feeling the difficulties of being unable to drive here, now.

Oh well. Time to get moving.