7 minutes

This morning, the first such workout in some time.  Embarrasing exhaustion and reflection in the mirror, but it is downhill from here.  You have, finally, made a start, and that is the biggest of hurdles. 

It has been a swell past two weekends, although further boat "trouble" with the accident at McNab's, but fortuitous chasing down of the culprit.  Zek proving as delightfully infuriating as old, but thoughts now in a completely different light after all this time.  As it should be, but good to have such memories, and the hike identifying a campsite to make some more that hopefully gets used soon.  Otherwise an opening weekend of water skiing and an elbow injury, followed by the long weekend sunsets and fun with both nephews at once.  Their first of many trips to Piney Point, surely.

I had planned to make this post just 7 minutes in keeping with the time of the workout, but already that has just about passed.  Showing, of course, the miniscule amount of effort required to get back into a proper regime and head once again in the opposite direction of letting yourself go.  It is about time.  Do keep it up.

There are now 5 months left in the year.  What it will hold I know not.  I am starting to have the recurring visions, the static restlessness that asks the same old questions - what are you doing and where should you be doing it?  I have not yet figured out the path forward, but in the past few days there has been both the hint of an mls idea, and the need to start casting your net wider for a new and cheaper abode.

It should be fun and possible to find a unique little rural spot to call your own.  Make it happen.