Walking in Every day scata

I’m really trying to walk more. Getting up early to get on the dread mill, taking advantage of the nice weather today to walk to “work”. I think if the weather is cooperating tomorrow morning, I might walk over for breakfast. But then my feet get all wet from the dew. Meh. Maybe not.

But by the time I got back home my SI joint was screaming at me. And this was with meds. Granted the ground is pretty uneven, and then the gravel on the road makes you slide all over the place. But I love walking outside, y’know?

Went grocery shopping and only forgot two things (after I told someone I didn’t forget anything lol oops) One, the chips, I don’t think I’m going to get. At least for a little while. And the other thing is coffee. She NEEDS her coffee. Can’t blame her there. I’ll go on Friday when I don’t have much going on.

Thursdays are my busy days. Clean the house within 2 hours. I have it down to a science. Just don’t get in my way. I’m running through the house with dust rags and pledge in one hand, the vacuum in the other hand. Spray everything down in the kitchen and bathroom to wipe up after it sits for a bit.

Science.

Couldn’t color today because of my damn neck. I keep looking over at the picture and sighing. After I finish this picture I think a low key mandala is in order. Just a break from the details that I have been working with. Then I’ll go back to Animorphia… I think. or maybe a grey scale picture. hmm. I have plenty of time to decide. I have way too many books. I should count them again. I counted everything once. All the pencils, markers, pens, books… and the rest of the stuff. Paints, pastels, brushes, sponges… fuck I have so much shit. I wish I had friends that could come over and have a coloring potluck or something. sigh

I hate having no friends. Sucks. Lonely. Depressing as hell.

Anyway. I’m out of here. got to get supper going. I’m starving today.