I was just going to write off August and try to start over in September, but I thought Iíd give one last entry a shot before the month fades away. Itís not that it was a horrible month, but we had some family issues that took up time and worry and any desire to interact. Things are starting to look better now, so Iím hopeful again. You know me, ever the optimist.
Hereís some good news: The Boss has decided (after twelve years) that Iím worthy of a company gas card. For some reason the oil company sent us an extra card, and he wanted me to have it. So now I donít have to worry about whether gas prices are going up or down. All I have to worry about is changing to a new gas station, which (as you probably can guess) was traumatic for me. I donít like change, and I worried myself to a frazzle whenever I thought about using the new card. Luckily, there was a free pump at the back of the station, away from prying eyes, so I could relax and figure out the difference in how to make it work.
Hereís some bad news: I stubbed my toe on the corner of the treadmill Friday night, and I havenít been walking very well for the rest of the weekend. Itís a good thing I have three days off, so I donít have to put shoes on until Tuesday. I did get to the post office yesterday, but I parked closer than usual and limped gingerly to my mailbox and back. The only other time I did any walking was to the end of my drive to get my personal mail. Other than that, Iíve done a lot of sitting this weekend. Not that I donít do a lot of sitting every weekend, but this was enforced. I am feeling better tonight, but Iím not ready to get on the treadmill again yet. Iím walking very carefully around it, though.