8.22.22

 Now there is an auspicious date.

Monday.  I slept till 6 after waking up in the middle of the night.  Probably blood loss as all I did yesterday was 30 minutes on the elliptical.  I didnt use the belt and it irritated the hernia.  Thursday I begin that process formally.

There is a forecast of rain, 100 percent today.  It has rained everyday no matter what the rain forecast so who knows what will happen today.  It is preventing me from finishing repairs, although I am also having some additional tools delivered this week, tomorrow in fact.  I was going to put up a small section of fence today, but that is not as likely although the rain is probably coming later so we will see.  I did do a little repair work which I think will work well which I had started although it requires signficant drying times and nothing is drying in this weather.   What else?

I cut my own hair yesterday and went and saw people and no one said anything although people who know me tend to experct my appeaance to be haphazard and those who dont tend to keep their opinions to themselves.  I was pressed for time when I did it so I didnt put everything up and i need to do that today.  the constant rain means that I need to rebalancce the chemicals and backwash the pool but its fairly clear today.

I had an interesting conversation with a restaurant owner who was raised on a farm in foley and we spoke of the old times.  Alas Babylon.  The water i use to make my coffee is free from pfas, but they probably come in through the coffee grinds.

It does not look like a rainy day outside.  I am working from home this morning.  I need to clean up videos this week along with everything else.  I think in terms of today, the first thing i will do is prepare some LOI(s) so taht is out of the way.  Probably tomorrow I will delve more deeply into the response which is far off.  If I don't hear more about the claims, the set due on 9/8 will be  picked up.

There is a lot more on my plate, there always is.

It is after 5 and between the inevitable storms I have walked the dog 3 miles, my only exercise for the day I fear.  The idea of swimming with an open wound in a greenish pool is not inviting.  Perhaps tomorrow will be better.  I have taken to listening to old time radio shows on blogs in place of the hours talking to you.  I can, for long periods of the walk be distracted, often by movie stars who must have had quite an income supplement between advertisements hawking camel smokes and treatments for dandruff among even seedier offerings.  I imagine the more simple world where you and I would have sat by a fire listening to these and talking about the day we had before retiring somewhere together for a different type of closeness; perhaps with a dog or two.

I think the sale has fallen though, although it is certainly close enough that it is worth considering.   The ball is in my court.  I can wait, I suppose.