1:00 PM: To say that I was disgusted over the fact that I came home from lifting last night at 3 AM and went to bed around 6 AM may be a bit of an exaggeration, but to say that I was disappointed may not be. It certainly seems irresponsible to begin a nine hour day at 3 PM, thus leading to the late lifting and bedding. It did occur to me that a year ago I would have been wrecked off my tits and possibly going rogue for a few days. While it may not be productive to continuously justify my current tendencies by way of contrast of the least common denominator of myself, it is worth consideration.
If my one home health patient today does not wish to see me because I ruined her yesterday, I will make it my primary objective to enjoy the day off in whatever way I see fit. Whether that be through napping or yard work makes no difference. If she does wish to see me, nothing changes in that regard.
3:10 AM: While making my evening tea I took pause to consider why my jaw was sore. It only took a moment to realize that it was from laughing so much with Josh and Jonathan. We weighed Jonathan for his meet, had dinner at Vagabond Kitchen, and when I arrived at Jonathan’s behind them, the pair were sitting on the roof in lawn chairs. So in response I climbed Jonathan’s windmill, and then, from Josh and Jonathan’s perspective, I suddenly appeared on Jonathan’s roof with them. They were taken aback in trying to figure out how I’d gotten up with them so quickly, as they did not notice that I’d found a spot on Jonathan’s porch that made easy work of it. We then watched a bit of Brule and Josh and I went krogering. I must hold tight these nights. I must stubbornly insist upon them without compromise. For I find no more life at the bottom of the grind than I did at the bottom of the bottle. Life is found in laughter and laughter is found with your best friends.
