Tuesday is trash day. Sometimes that gets prepped with dispatch. But sometimes it morphs into vacuuming day, which it did today, and on rare occasions it keeps morphing, into a reorganizational monster. That happened. It was actually pretty awesome.

Around three it was stabilized and the sun was shining bright. I showered and went out to pace and hunt.

The center of my days:

1) Get a mile walked.
2) Get a shower.
3) Cook or prep, and get fed well: the one big afternoon meal of carne and veg and no carbs.
4) WORK, on into the afternoon and evening.

Improbably, those boxes all got ticked again.

While I was walking I was thinking about how the days should start.

I want five minutes of doing nothing but mulling, before coffee or with the first cup.

I’m going to write this post at midnight on trash day, and then set up another one, blank, in case I want to write as I mull in the early morning.

Then walking as soon as it’s comfortably warm.

We’ll see how it goes. I got hopes.