There are only so many hours in the day, right? If I didn’t constantly plan, I’d never get anywhere. Did a million things today, work on the computer, reading, daily stretching and sitting (hip ROM work as I do various things while sitting on the floor), and as the afternoon fades… yardwork must be done. Maybe some pushups later. Maybe.
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Bonus, crazy awesome rainbow and sunset as i walked home from my workout!
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Strange, there were two people here with string-paddles playing some strange game involving very little movement; and they only used their feet to move– they seemed very odd to me. So I went over on the side I don’t normally use, but I couldn’t stop staring at them.
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Yet whatever one calls it, we share a rough idea of what’s meant: a lasting sense of one’s self moving in a sea of selves, dependent yet alone; a sense, or perhaps a deep and common wish, that I somehow belongs to we, and that this we belongs to something even larger and less comprehensible; and the recurring thought, so easy to brush aside in the daily effort to cross the street safely and get through one’s to-do list, much less to confront the world’s true crises, that my time, our time, matters precisely because it ends.
~ Alan Burdick from, Empathy Is a Clock That Ticks in the Consciousness of Another: The Science of How Our Social Interactions Shape Our Experience of Time – The Marginalian
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push push push pant pant push push push 16,802 days young, still mowing
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It’s way to dark to run run run run run run :P
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Walked 4 miles. Forgot to take a picture. Here, have a totally non sequitor photo of me shoveling snow.
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If you would not be forgotten, as soon as you are dead and rotten, either write things worth reading, or do things worth the writing.
~ Ben Franklin
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rock. trees. sun.
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