Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Saturday, June 27
Boy, today’s workout was lousy…At its best it was indifferent…At its worst it was barely useful.
Blame for this is placed squarely on Friday’s county office party, where I decided that what with the horrors of five nights a week at the hotel resuming again next week I would take advantage of my last Saturday off by doing as little as possible and that meant not working out…Well, this morning I talked myself, not with a whole hell of a lot of enthusiasm, into going to the gym…I don’t know why this happened…Regular readers of this crap know that I am generally good for sticking with something once a decision’s been made, especially when that decision is to do squat.
Bad move…You gotta listen to you yourself and deep down I was hell-bent on not lifting this morning so when I presented myself at the gym at 0630 I was hardly raring to go…I dove in on shoulder work and managed to do both side lateral raises and the shoulder press machine at good weight but boy, after that I lost interest; I did not want to be there…I wanted to be home getting the final Sparrow For US Senate posts done and, consequently, had no interest in moving weight…I didn’t want to leave immediately and waste the shoulder work I did and the pre-workout supplement I took, so I did a short workout, one exercise per body part and called it a morning…To show my total disdain for the situation, afterward I went across the street to the convenience store I was the first customer at back in December and bought a couple of not-too-healthy breakfast sandwiches.
I got a couple of emails from voters today…One asked me why he should vote for me, a reasonable enough question…I told him our country needed our help and neither major party was going to change a thing, that he and I were the only change on this ballot…He said he was a Democrat and hadn’t voted yet, and I noted he could go to his county polling place on Monday or Tuesday and register as or change his affiliation to the All-American Party…I also included a link to my website though he never wrote back.
Another guy, a party member, messaged me wondering if I had a website…Good gravy, he had to write me for that???…Maybe he just wanted to test my response time, because my campaign website is the first hit when you google my name…I responded with a gracious note containing a link.
I was exhausted by noon…I’d been doing something since 0200 (see Sleep Log below) and was tired and, of course, had to be at the hotel at 2300, so I retired to the chair for some reading, my commitment to doing nothing being total today….Here’s where it’s OK to be alone…If The Ex was still The Wife, I probably would have been dragged into the yard to help make The Shire look nice, bad when I had project work, and, later, nothing to do….Needless to say, I would have eaten better, but I’m not really complaining about that.
The big news is I finally pulled the trigger on those fancy-pants sleeping shorts I’ve been lusting after…The green plaid one, from that same New England company I got my suh-weet new, red plaid blanket from…The big news is my size is now designated a large instead of the usual XL, even 2XL, which is really good for morale and a trick I hear women’s fashion designers have utilized for years…
We could use some rain…Regular readers of this crap know it was an extraordinarily snowy winter but that hasn’t carried over to a rainy spring and summer and I am not looking forward to seeing the water bill next month…Offhand, I’m putting the over/under at $150, but what do I know, The Ex always paid the water bill, but I don’t think that will too far off…Right now the weather app on the phone is showing nothing but those little sun icons for the next ten days, about what they’re expecting in the Gobi Desert, too.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log:
1800 Friday until 0200 Saturday
1630 Saturday until 2030 Saturday
12.0 hours for the day and 47.0 hours for the week, down three from last week’s 50-hour triumph, but still a fine total…This gives us a weekly average for June of 47.875 hours – up 1.3 hours/week higher than May’s total – a rolling three-month average of 47.375 hours/week and a half-year average of 46.125/week, a figure dragged down a bit by March’s 43.125 hours/week total, which was the month The Ex and filed for divorce, a divorce which, by the by, probably won’t be finalized until the end of July.
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