The Visible Woman...July 7, 2003

I thought I'd grab tasks and dispatch them today. I was, rather, a slug. I did what I'd promised and what I just had to do. And I was rather melancholy about it.

I think I've been having trouble getting up lately. For one reason, I seem to be locked in these interesting dreams when getting up time comes. Still, I get up at a reasonable hour. I get through some biking, too, before my tennis clinic. That is a priority and I get it done. I've committed to go to the clinic. I sweat so much that I have to take a shower to get comfortable again.

I check on some things for the upcoming trip, too. The flight reservations, stuff like that. I do the necessary. When FFP asks that I go up to the building to close and secure it after a workman or he asks that I proofread some boring copy, I do it. When he asks me to run to the bank, that I do, too.

When I'm hungry, I eat. (Which turns out to be three or four times.) But mostly I'm a slug. I sit in the living room and read all the papers. I nap a little, even, and watch a little bit of The Long, Hot Summer on TV. I feel bad that I'm not doing something really 'useful' but I don't. In the evening, FFP and I watch most of Twin Falls Idaho and I try to dispatch some of the papers.

I think to feel accomplished on a day like today one must learn to see the value in reading. To make it a priority.

Monday, July 7, 2003

A Journal from Austin, Texas. A Project of LBFFP Stealth Publishing.
food	reading	writing	time	exercise	health and mood

reading is a lifelong habit "The mind is certainly a very mysterious organ...about which nothiing is known, though we depend on it completely." Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own	just do it or, alternatively, don't I thought I'd grab tasks and dispatch them today. I was, rather, a slug. I did what I'd promised and what I just had to do. And I was rather melancholy about it. I think I've been having trouble getting up lately. For one reason, I seem to be locked in these interesting dreams when getting up time comes. Still, I get up at a reasonable hour. I get through some biking, too, before my tennis clinic. That is a priority and I get it done. I've committed to go to the clinic. I sweat so much that I have to take a shower to get comfortable again. I check on some things for the upcoming trip, too. The flight reservations, stuff like that. I do the necessary. When FFP asks that I go up to the building to close and secure it after a workman or he asks that I proofread some boring copy, I do it. When he asks me to run to the bank, that I do, too. When I'm hungry, I eat. (Which turns out to be three or four times.) But mostly I'm a slug. I sit in the living room and read all the papers. I nap a little, even, and watch a little bit of The Long, Hot Summer on TV. I feel bad that I'm not doing something really 'useful' but I don't. In the evening, FFP and I watch most of Twin Falls Idaho and I try to dispatch some of the papers. I think to feel accomplished on a day like today one must learn to see the value in reading. To make it a priority.
JUST TYPING Mood is a thing. Dependent on circumstance. And the mind. The mysterious mind. Which is connected to brain. To body. But only in unknown ways.
		Food Diary. Small piece of homemade whole wheat toast. Two bowls of salad with cheese, mixed greens, green onions, dressing and some carrots. A banana. Some more carrots and onions and cheese (about two ounces) and four crackers. A piece of turkey lunch meat. A ham and cheese sandwich on homemade whole wheat with onion and horseradish sauce. Some carrots. Some white grapes. [Yeah...it's a terrible diet but I didn't drink.]
		Time flies.... I read all the day's papers, finished my book, was at the club for three hours. I felt like a slug, though.

		Reading. Finished Virginia Woolf's A Room of One's Own. Hard to decide what next. I'm vacillating between some novellas, a Richard Feynman collection and some memoirs.
		I'd rather not talk about it.
		Exercise Bike to nowhere, about twenty minutes. A two hour tennis clinic.
	.	Physically fine but a little sleepy after my exercise and shower. Mopey, droopy, down about things, worried about this and that.