Weight at 195 as anticipated. Okay.
Dwain will feed Bullet, thank heaven. Bullet, my reliable companion. Today - oil change, two more tickets for Pat, workout, Jill, meeting at no. 50 (park stuff).
Remains of a body were found on a construction site in PB last Friday. Now the work has stopped and the coroner is supposedly headed there. Presumably Chumash but you never know. There is a lot of this in Pismo, or has been.
is hard today. I keep thinking of what I have to do later, trying to work it all in. I want to get my oil changed, hope to do that at lunch, I need to buy Pat's tickets and mail them to her, do a workout, get to Jill's with stories (I printed out copies of the two Nightwriters entries for her to read) - gotta fill out her form, too. Then there's the park meeting tonight. I don't know what I can offer there. I think they are mainly concerned about park maintenance. I'm just pissed off that the manager lied to me about towing my car.
I got my oil changed. I also got my transmission fluid replaced (pricey). It seems like the transmission actually is smoother. Can it make that noticeable a difference? I am surprised.
I tend to feel like I don't have enough time when I am seeing Jill. Like there's so much more to get into. I suppose it is wise to dredge up thoughts and things and then ponder on them over the next week. If I dragged it all out where would I then put it? It would be like trying to stuff a tent back in the bag frantically.
Of course I'd like some kind of aha thing or sudden insight and I don't think those are in the cards. I do so damned much searching myself as it is.
I did Tracie tonight, sculpting, and I felt like falling asleep in the middle of it. I wrote an email to Olaf saying I wouldn't make the park meeting tonight. I couldn't get it together. I fixed myself some eggs and tomatoes, ate that, it tasted good. But now again - still - I just feel really sleepy. I should be packing.
These nights are destroying me.