not thinking about it

PITIFUL  That is how you might describe me and my whining every time I have to engage my quads. 

I never knew how low to the ground our toilets are.  ow.

I was hoping that maximum re-exercise soreness had been achieved at the 24 hour post exercise mark, but when I woke up this morning, almost 48 hours after reinitiating my exercise program, I was UNABLE to get out of bed.  Okay, that's an exaggeration.  I got out of bed, walked the bathroom like I have two full legs casts on and dislocated hips, did my business and fell back into bed for 3 more hours.

I considered throwing myself over the balcony as a less painful alternative to walking down the 15 steps from my bedroom to the kitchen.

We went to family services today.  On the way to synagogue I was remembering how my dad would emerge from the entire day at services every Yom Kippur and tell me he had prayed for me and how I was starting over with a fresh slate.  Just as we took our seats this afternoon the rabbi starts talking about the exact same thing and you know it took me about 3.2 seconds and I was a blubbering idiot.  

I wonder when I'll ever be able to go to services without my own private box of kleenex.  It just doesn't seem to be getting any easier.

My photo friend John has been staying with me for a couple of days.  He is leaving for my fantasy 3 month drive around the states with no plans just to take awesome landscape photos wherever you happen to be fantasy.  I'm so jealous I can't even tell you.  John is starting his own blog and once he does I'll post a link for you.  John thinks I should join up with him at some point and travel along with him for a week or so.  Now, how the hell he expects me to slip away unnoticed is beyond me.  I'd LOVE to, but the problem is that I work 24 hours a day 7 days a week.  I just don't see that happening!  I have to wait until I'm old, when Josh heads off to college for that fantasy to come true.  Josh will go to college in 2019.  Hahaha.  I can't even think about it.  

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[South Beach Steve]

I would love to do that too. In fact, I have encouraged my oldest son to take advantage of his age while he can and see the world. He doesn't seem interested, but if I were in his shoes, I would be.