This is probably the wrong time of year to make a dramatic lifestyle choice (and itís not as if Iím all that into change in the first place), but it occurred to me I need to get out more. Once upon a time I used to like to go to movies and plays and ballgames. (Never shopping malls or parties, though. Thatís just not me.)
Now all I want to do is stay home. Maybe itís the big screen TV I acquired last year, because it brings the games and movies home. Itís been so long since Iíve been to a play that Iím not sure if I miss it or not. I used to walk a lot, too. Iíd even drive to the park and walk around the lake, but I haven't done that for many years. Part of it is living so far away now, but most of it is simple inertia.
This all comes up because all of a sudden today I could hardly get out of the recliner. The residue of all the stressful work Iíve been putting in lately, including all day yesterday, seemed to weigh me down. Just making my legs work took more effort than I felt like giving. In fact, if I hadnít found a spiral notebook within armís reach, I might not even have written an entry today. Spending much time at the computer was out of the question.