Memorial Day

It's Monday, Memorial Day, and I'm at the coffeehouse, getting a lot of work done. I got here at 6:30am, and somehow, when the place gets crowded, I want to leave. It's always around eight am.

It's fun to see the regulars in here, I don't know why. It almost makes me want to move to this area, but ... I have so much more stuff I can walk to where I live. I have a feeling real esate around here is going to climb in value.

I've been working on the book, and it amazes me, how much energy it takes. To continually read something over and over. It amazes me how quickly the week-end passes. It starts, and suddenly, it's over. And I come here in the morning and work, go to the store, take a nap, and suddenly the week-end is over. I almost wish I hadn't spent any time with my family. It would have given me another day to work. And I think about going back to work at the spa, and I don't really want to do it. I might not. I mean, the only reason to do it would be to meet new people.

I was working on my feet last night, and the massage actually worked. It really helped them, so that they did not feel tight this morning. And that is a nice thing, because ... it relieves some of my stress. Some of the things I have anxiety about, one of them.