Just hold your heading true.

The big yard sale weekend. This is all I have been working on the past few weeks. Not true. I have been dedicated to the job, and to the creative work, and to clearing out the house, and to, and to, and to.

But. And. Flash thunderstorms notwithstanding, it has been successful. Cash to be made. Materials to be moved out. My attic had not has such space in some time.

Really, there's so much shit in my attic. Is this a metaphor? Perhaps it is.

Distance: 3.1 miles

Duration: 28:20
Pace: 9:08

Feeling creaky.

Route: Forest Hill Loop
Temperature: 65°
Climate: partly cloudy & nice
Mood: headachy

Songs For My Funeral

Big Time Sensuality - Bjork

Five Miles Out - Mike Oldfield

Satellite of Love - Lou Reed

I.G.Y. - Donald Fagen

Brand New Colony - Postal Service

Cleveland Rocks - Ian Hunter

Future Sightings- I Am The World Trade Center

It's a six and a half hour playlist. There are moods. A wide variety -- a lifetime of moods.

Stretches: ope
Water: yes
Weight: 165 lbs. (-2.0)

So. You dropped five pounds in five days. What this says to me is that there's a lot of stuff in there that needs to come out. TMI? In any even, this is the wall. However, it should be observed that it is easier for me not to snack at night when no one is encouraging me to do so.

It should also be observed that a lot of my caloric intake yesterday was in some form of alcohol.

Planks: TBA
Push-ups: TBA

Sit-Ups: TBA