Moved, mostly.

I have a bed, enough clothes for a week at a time, bathroom stuff, and a (very) few pots and pans in the house. Nearly everything else is in storage. The apartment I looked at las Friday was really cool inside, but the neighborhood was REALLY lousy, and the “tiny yard” turned out to be weeds in blown in dirt on the back “patio”. I’m really not picky, but my gut was screaming at me no, so I passed.

Just finished “fixing” my buddy’s Marlin 795 .22LR rifle. The bolt handle hold open was engaged, and he couldn’t figure it out. I had the same thing happen to me at my 2nd Appleseed event, and was clueless for a short time.

My back has been pretty pissed off with me since I started moving. I slept for longer than I ought to have over the weekend, and I’m willing to bet that I do it again this weekend. Hope so, anyway.

I started walking again on Monday. I’m walking a mile in 19:30 now, down from 23 ish minutes when I began in December. I found this┬ávery encouraging this morning: rather than making excuses ( too fat/bad knees/bad back) I’m going to do the best I can with what I have/am. I’m never going to perform at the level of a Ranger, so I have to perform the best I can in my skin. I encourage you to do the same.