When I cock back my lyrics, you punks best be ghost - Jeru tha Damaja

It's another blustery one in P-field. Not nearly the wind we had been experiencing, but cold nonetheless. Yesterday had the potential of being a real bust, but I was able to cash in some unpaid karma goodness and come out on top.

Yesterday was a holiday for most of the working Americans, but our customer doesn't subscribe to it and as a result I had to work. I thought about taking the day off anyways, I have myriad things to do at home, plus I'd like to sleep in a little. But being the dedicated employee that I am, I came in and really got some $hit done. I planned on leaving early to meet up with the Crazy Running Group for an afternooner in the woods, but that didn't happen (at least for me) which was kind of a bummer. I've been really enjoying the trail running as well as the company on such runs, and the prospect of running on the roads by myself turned my thoughts towards laundry and other inside homemakery.

Bummed as I was, I managed to get some good laundering done. The next thing I knew, I was cleaning the hell out of my bedroom (down to cleaning the hardwood floor). I rearranged my bedroom a little, but mostly restored it to its previous splendor, all as a result of one key revelation: NOBODY IS GOING TO LOOK AT THE FREAKING PAINT JOB ON THE SHOE MOULDING YOU INSTALLED, SO SHUT UP AND PUT THE DAMN ROOM BACK TOGETHER!

Once I had made that mental leap, my whole life realigned and everything started falling back into place. I now have a fully functional bedroom where I don't have to dodge piles of stuff and power cords everywhere. Toss in some window treatments and I'll be in business!

My chi thanks me for putting the bedroom back together. You see, years ago it was brought to my attention that people of my Astrological sign (Libra) like to have a tidy home. My bedroom has always been a difficult spot for me, but I find that when I make a concerted effort to keep it clean and tidy, I feel better and the sun seems to be a little bit shinier. Plus my ass looks better in jeans. Now that I'm rocking running tights, I imagine it looks better in those as well. Ladies, if you'd like to hide in the woods and snap papparazzi-style pictures of me, by all means feel free. If you hide in plain sight, I can make an effort to smile as well.

So, all in all yesterday was an alright day. I did laundry, realigned the bedroom (and my chi) and did some hardblogging. Today has already started off better, so I am expecting great things.

Throw your Rolleys in the sky,
Old Coot