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This weekend was the first "free time" I've had since about mid-February. "Free" means only that I didn't have a scheduled commitment, not that I had nothing that needed doing. As you might imagine, after a schedule mess like that, I had lots that needed doing.
Got a lot done, too. Dumped a few months' worth of junk mail in the Sunnyvale-approved way. Ran out of paper bags. Filed bills and mail and other paperwork back as far as Christmas. Pulled ancient stuff out of the too-full file drawers (that took the better part of both days). Actually acquired a racquetball to roll the bottoms of my feet upon.* Saw the Radio Shack nearby and acquired a 15v meter I can hook up to my car's electrical system.** Plus the ordinary stuff like dishes and a grocery run. Even visited two little geocaches!
Sadly, I did not do any baking, and I'd really been hoping for that. Baking soothes my soul. It's about the only thing left that does that, since I can't run. Maybe I can bake next weekend. I simply ran out of time. It was worth it to get that filing done, though.
I think I'm glad to have the chance to relax into a normal work pace. Don't ya love those weekends after which you could really, really use a weekend? :-)
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* Why physical therapists assume that a patient who can barely walk has tennis balls and racquetballs in the house is beyond me. The least they could do for a foot problem is depend on hang gliding equipment or swimsuits!
** I want to know what condition is occurring when the battery light comes on. I'm sure some car person will tell me how little sense this makes. Some days I think that sort of thing is what my journal is here for. Heck, I'm not sure how much sense it makes to buy a meter, since I could look up the battery light in the full electrical diagram of the car for free. Maybe this is my techno-snobbishness coming out: I always prefer a meter to an "idiot light".
Got a lot done, too. Dumped a few months' worth of junk mail in the Sunnyvale-approved way. Ran out of paper bags. Filed bills and mail and other paperwork back as far as Christmas. Pulled ancient stuff out of the too-full file drawers (that took the better part of both days). Actually acquired a racquetball to roll the bottoms of my feet upon.* Saw the Radio Shack nearby and acquired a 15v meter I can hook up to my car's electrical system.** Plus the ordinary stuff like dishes and a grocery run. Even visited two little geocaches!
Sadly, I did not do any baking, and I'd really been hoping for that. Baking soothes my soul. It's about the only thing left that does that, since I can't run. Maybe I can bake next weekend. I simply ran out of time. It was worth it to get that filing done, though.
I think I'm glad to have the chance to relax into a normal work pace. Don't ya love those weekends after which you could really, really use a weekend? :-)
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* Why physical therapists assume that a patient who can barely walk has tennis balls and racquetballs in the house is beyond me. The least they could do for a foot problem is depend on hang gliding equipment or swimsuits!
** I want to know what condition is occurring when the battery light comes on. I'm sure some car person will tell me how little sense this makes. Some days I think that sort of thing is what my journal is here for. Heck, I'm not sure how much sense it makes to buy a meter, since I could look up the battery light in the full electrical diagram of the car for free. Maybe this is my techno-snobbishness coming out: I always prefer a meter to an "idiot light".
