Thursday, May 29, 2003 |
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A Journal from Austin, Texas. |
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food | reading | writing | time | exercise | health and mood |
reflection of another
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Today I seemed to be getting conflicting signals from all around. I think the cops at Braker and the 183 Access road symbolized it all...one was waving me to go while the other whistled at me and held up his hands. I'd found this traffic station trying to figure out why the cops where there and why there was so much traffic on Jollyville. But I'd answered my own question, seeting a tie-up on 183 and then, above these two cops, another cop leaning over from the apparently closed freeway above where a wrecker could be seen. I stopped, by the way, and they waved a lot of cars through the access road (rerouted from the freeway) and then finally agreed I should go. I felt internally conflicted today, too. Like I had two internal cops prescribing different things. Should I go to a store and get some bottled water to take on my trip? Or should I just buy some along the way? Should I pick up some power bars? Additional blue ice? Should I go back to the club for another workout? Do I have things in as good a shape as possible for FFP for me to leave for a bit?
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JUST TYPING Arrows pointing.
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a huge Reuben Sandwich (at Manny Hattans) around 11:30 water, water, water some cheese and crackers, two glasses of wine, a cookie
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Yes, it does. And we have lost the will to continue recording the waste. |
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Still reading Journey Through Genius. You know...I never realized what a self-made scholar Isaac Newton was. |
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Played games, goofed off. Went to a rather trivial little party, watched basketball. Well, um, maybe the journal has to go??? |
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17 minutes on recumbent bike |
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