In the past week, I've incorporated a quick 15 minute work-out (if you can call it that) regimen into my day. Though simple, this is exactly what I needed: a reason to get up in the morning. Today I had to be at work at 7:15, so I woke up at 6; on Tuesday I had to be in court at 9, so I woke up at 7. Yesterday was my day off, so I woke up just before 10. Impressed? I am.
Speaking of yesterday, things are on the up-and-up, so to speak. I went downtown for a shave and the barber was really nice. He's going to teach me how to use my razor. Then, I had a dentist appointment. Cheryl was impressed at the remarkable improvement my mouth has seen in the past six months. "It's all in my attitude," I told myself, because it is. I used to believe that I had sensitive teeth and that even trying to keep them strong was a waste of my time because they were bound to get cavities and need root canals and fillings anyways so why waste my time?
It was about six months ago, though, that I had a cavity filled. The procedure is fairly routine to me, and is nothing compared to having a root canal or a pair of wisdom teeth pulled. But something about this particular filling put me over the top. I decided I didn't ever want to sit in a dentist's chair for anything but a standard teeth-cleaning ever again. I made myself grow accustomed to flossing and using mouth wash at least once a day, on top of brushing at least twice a day. This doesn't seem like a big deal, but I don't take exceptions. I make it a point to brush my teeth when I come home from some bar, blind drunk, or from work dead tired.
So let's see... I've got the brush/floss/rinse routine down, the mild exercise that hits nearly every muscle... once I shave, that will at least be incorporated into my days off. Oh, and I have to get back in the habit of writing every day. The exercise part is a giant step because it's allowing me to sleep less and be more productive. Less 10-12 hour days and more 15-18 hour days, less feeling sorry for myself. Sweet.
I'm losing my train of thought. Huh.
Anyhow, this weekend will probably be spent in Champaign for my birthday and Chicago for Woj's. Next weekend is Boston for George's Bar Mitzvah. The weekend after Boston will be spent at Toby's house, then the weekend after that could possibly include a trip to Denver.
Unclse Bruce fell down the other day and had to go to the hospital. He's gone through his whole life being victimized-- by alcohol, by the fiancee who jilted him, by the machinery in the factory that injured him... he's essentially everything that I don't want to be. But there's a piece of him in me and I couldn't help worrying about him if I tried.
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