Excess energy
I’m so used to hours upon hours of hard manual labor that I don’t know what to do with all my excess energy. Sure, I work non-stop for 7-10 hours a day, but traveling up and down the stairs, and back and forth down the hallway, digging through boxes, making piles for recycling and trash, and lugging boxes around just doesn’t match what I became used to while working with the NCC; that is, 10 hours of digging three and a half feet down through rocky desert soil, or hauling old fence posts and barbed wire out to a road, or kneeling down in a foot of water to cut cattails out of a stream channel, or any of the other labor-intensive projects we finished.
I just pulled my ankle out of socket leaping down the hallway. Yeowch. I need to look into kickboxing, or some sort of kicky-swingy-concentrative activity. That’s sure to both keep me in the shape I’m in, and provide a constructive outlet for my energy. If I’m not careful, I may decide to leap over a park bench or some other construct. That’d go well.
The carpets get cleaned tomorrow. I must return to hauling breakable junk out of and off of furniture, and temporarily moving the boxes downstairs. Junk, junk, junk. I’m ready to sell it all! Well, most of it anyway…
