I have definitely lost momentum on my clean-up and sorting project today. After a rainy few days, the sun came out and heated everything up. So when I got to my storage unit at 10 am, it was a bit uncomfortable. That didn't help.
And I dropped a box on my arm. No major damage, but a fairly noticeable bruise. Pushing too hard, I think. I need to be careful, right.
So I slowed down, and played at being a semi-sentient slug for the rest of the day today. Mark and Amy and their son Charlie are spending a Sunday afternoon laboring on a patio construction project for their backyard (which looks impressive, by the way). But I begged off and have tried to spend some time relaxing. I've been reading some blogs and contemplating this next phase of my life.
I started trying to write a little short story about a teacher who quits his job and moves to Alaska, but I found the character uninteresting. What does this mean?
[daily log: walking, 2km; heavy boxes moved, a few]