June 6, 2013
A few more weeks of non-weight bearing then I will be training for a triathlon. Not really.
A sedentary life has atrophied my left calf considerably. Arm pits ache from the rigorous strain of crutching and upper arms feel like Popeye's though, more than likely resemble Peewee Herman. I have not seen him for quite some time so I cannot compare at the moment.
I am anxious to be able to drive my 5-speed vehicle, though I am not certain just how far I will be able to get in one go. Perhaps as far as the Wisconsin border.
It is yard/garage sale season and, since I am in a new neighborhood, would love to traipse around and check out the deals. Soon, I will be on my own in the duplex (save the dog) and there will be opportunity for frantic calls to my daughter to pick up half-n-half on the way home from work. Darn.
The wheels are turning and choosing to move forward with my own service business again appears most likely. It won't keep me from perusing the job sites and applying for the ones that peak my interest, just for the sport of it.
I will be alone with my own thoughts this weekend and aim to take inventory and see where that takes me.
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