I’m pretty wiped out tonight, having come in a little while ago from McDonald’s. I’m not sure where I got industrial grade oil on my clothes and leg from. But I’m thinking it might have to do with some car parts I tripped on coming off of Hampton House Road onto North Park drive. “At least I think they were car parts!”
I could have picked the oil up off a trash can on West End Avenue, too. But I don’t think I clipped any of those hard enough to get splashed like I was. But stranger things have happened and I’m sure the stuff will come off. So… “No worries!”
I ran into someone I used to see at meetings a few months back, and they seemed to be ok for the most part. They certainly were happy to see me and did take the time to check in, which I appreciate.
McDonald’s was a bit busy when I walked in. But that died down a bit and I had a corner table, so I didn’t have to deal with people constantly walking by. “It was cool!”
Sometimes, when I go out, it’s simply to be around people. I don’t necessarily need to engage with anyone. Sometimes it’s just the process of going someplace and coming home that helps shift my focus more than anything. “Challenges are good!”
I did have to remind myself a few times on the way to McDonald’s and back that thinking about things that are pissing me off isn’t going to help my complexion if I keep it up. So… Yeah… That reality certainly is a motivator to, “Shift My Focus!”
And right now? The only thing I really want to focus on is sleep. Maybe I’ll wake up in bed with a hot athletic thirty-five-year-old woman come morning. Hey! “One can dream!”