Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Friday, December 20
I drove into the parking lot of the new convenience store for a 23-hour spot check after workout this morning…I didn’t actually go in, tho…I don’t know why, since being their first-ever customer Thursday morning I’m feeling rather possessive about it and am looking forward to using the free breakfast sandwich coupon they gave me.
The weight session was really good…I am not ready for more upped weights just yet, but a couple more are on the horizon: the z-bar bicep exercise and the bench press…The z-bar is still at 35 lbs on each side, one hell of a weight, honestly, and I got it up eleven times this morning…When I can get it up twelve times in consecutive sessions, I’ll up to 40 lbs on each side.
The bench press is currently at 180 lbs, well below the 220 I was able to do regularly years ago and I am still not entirely sure why this exercise is lower than it used to be while the others are at or more than they used to be…Wonders of nature, I guess…Anyway, I got the 180 up ten times today and got a good head start on number eleven, but couldn’t quite make it.
On the advice of the doctor at my VA physical earlier this month, I am using the sugar-free pre-workout supplement…The other one has eleven grams of sugar and the sugar-free stuff is just as good…I get the same mental focus, pump and energy, probably because I drink three cups of coffee before heading in.
The Wife, as she does every three months or so, hired Maria the Maid to come and clean The Shire…Well, help clean is a more accurate term because The Wife gets knee deep in it, too, and if you think ol’ Sparrow isn’t expected to contribute, you are deluding yourself…I am…Now, I am not kept that busy – my first assignment was watering the plants in the living room and kitchen, then I helped out with something or other and then I was asked to vacuum the living room and the bedroom…Now, I am on record as enjoying vacuuming, especially with our world-class Kirby, and regular readers of this crap know it’s about the only household cleaning chore I am any good at…But…We’re paying Maria a C note for four hours of work – and The Wife always lets her knock off waaay early – so why the hell am I vacuuming???…Well, because The Wife asked me to, that’s why…The upside is it does keep me from having to get on my knees and scrub something and don’t think I’m not cognizant of this.
Slow at the Veterans Service Office (VSO) today…I did have an email from a woman who said she was entering the senior home here after the first of the year, that her Vietnam-vet husband was still alive and getting 10% disability for an unnamed ailment and she was wondering if the VA would help subsidize her stay. No, I’m sorry, I wrote her, the VA does not provide such things for a veteran’s spouse. For the veteran, under certain circumstances, yes, but otherwise no.
And the kid who wants to join the Army who’s been keeping me updated had left a chatty message for me…Seems he went to visit the recruiter south of here and met with several sergeants, all of whom he named and they talked with him and had him fill out a form that authorized a background check and then he went for a jog down there then drove home where he went for another jog and after that I found myself chuckling at his enthusiasm…I mean, when I joined I was pretty jazzed but Christ, I didn’t go jogging after visiting the recruiter…I just hope everything goes well and the process isn’t mucked up by something in his background or in his physical.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log:
1800 Thursday until 0130 Friday
1800 Friday until 2130 Friday
10.5 hours for the night and a paltry 36.0 hours for the week…I was so tired Thursday afternoon I didn’t even pretend to be interested in anything after Maria left…The house was clean, I had gone to the local market to get sandwiches for lunch so we weren’t hungry, and I reported directly to the couch for reading duty.
The Diary of a Nobody is a novel. All elements are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Anything else is a coincidence.
It was inspired by the 19th-century British novel of the same name.
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