It is a well known fact that I have never, at any point in my life, for one minute, ever had my act together. It seems unlikely that I will achieve such a status at this late stage, even if I were to make the attempt. Full disclosure: I tend not to try. At worst, I survey the damage and make embarrassing weepy noises. At best, I just drive on. I am hoping for a drive on day today.
I am lounged on my couch, pecking in one letter at a time with the stylus on my Tablet, trying to remember why I did not make my Saturday blog post on Saturday. I am further wondering if I can count this post for both Saturday and Sunday. Would that be cheating? I do not approve of cheating, even if it is on my own rules for me. Still, one resorts to these measures on occasion.
It has not been a bad weekend so far. I went for good runs both yesterday and today, going further than last weekend and even including a few hills. I petted a couple dogs today.
I ran by this DO NOT ENTER sign yesterday. Regular readers know I love to enter when it says not to.
I ran by the post office today. I walked there yesterday to mail my post cards and a letter.
I keep hoping for some of those endorphins to kick in. One reason I try to be vigilant about running and walking is for the mental health benefits. However, I don’t suppose anything will be a miracle cure. Again I ask, why can’t I have a miracle cure?
And again I answer myself, never mind why, you can’t and that’s that. However, it seems I can make a blog post. It may be a late, foolish blog post, but what can you expect from someone who emphatically does not have her act together?