Just got back from my first walk in a week.
I walked in the development behind me.
It felt good.
Tomorrow I hope to take the six mile ride down to the Rehoboth Beach boardwalk early in the morning and renew my daily walk. It's none too soon because already I can feel (and see) the "safety tube", i.e. spare tire, reforming around my waist.
I still haven't sent out thank you notes to all those who attending my Mother's funeral. I hope to complete that this weekend. I have no other plans for this weekend and I want to stay inside out of this late summer blast of heat.
This morning I took a load of Mom's old LP records down to the Clear Space Thrift Store. I hope they find a new, loving home. I have a load of old LP records myself that I probably should also donate to the thrift store. However, I'm still holding out for a slot on "The Hoarders" TV show. I'll need those records if they do a show on me.
My refrigerator is empty. I haven't had much appetite the past week. Today I had chicken salad for lunch. For dinner I had chicken salad. It's my own recipe so it's good, but really? Twice in one day is not a good sign. I probably should make up a batch of Swiss Steak but I can't imagine chowing down on hunks of red meat right now. Maybe a nice pasta salad.
I'm off work until next Wednesday. Then I don't go to work again until next Saturday. Actually a break in the days is good for me. This past week I did three consecutive days. That knocks me out. My years are catching up with me. In a little over a month I'll be 69 years old. While that is cause for celebration in some quarters (the number that is), it is a sign that I am in serious Old Man territory.
Tonight I think I'll take a shower and watch one of my four Netflix movies that I have backed up. I'm ready to be transported into someone else's world and their problems. I've had enough this past week.