Overdue

I'd like to only write here with good news.  That's been the plan, anyway.

It's a bit hard at the moment.

Should I talk about waking up with crusty eyes thanks to my contacts being 10 days past the change date?

Or the living room filled with soccer stuff because I'm still waiting to be able to get my wagon fixed?

No, the redemption I need is in the stay-in-summer I'm having.  I'm not going out, not going anywhere.  No outdoor festivals, no yoga, no running, no... escape... there must be something I'm missing, some way of... restoring.

It's not all bad, I guess.  I finally went on a date last week, cheap movie night with a Filipino girl.  She's a nurse, so she works odd hours and even corresponding has been difficult, much less finding something to do.  Which is all fine, I guess.  I'm not much in the mood for being social most days.

Work has ground to a halt.  My phone apps are getting nowhere.  No one wants the PC apps anymore.  That 9 to 5 offer is looking pretty good, and I'm going have to decide on it soon.

This isn't helping.  Dwelling isn't helping.  Writing it out isn't helping.

I need a change.

Spare, Change

It's amazing how fast the body can be modified.

In one month abroad, I lost ten pounds, most of it fat, some of it muscle.

In the month since I returned, I've gained back seven, most of it fat, some of it muscle.

You would think that I might be able to exercise some control in the process, but perhaps a lot of who you are is where you are, and what you spend most of your time doing.