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Last night, after work, I came home and had a bonfire in the back yard. I've been gathering sticks and downed branches for the last two months or so, and decided to burn them last night, as it was the beginning of autumn. It was a very cathartic experience and I enjoyed it quite a lot. Something about consigning stuff to naked flame just makes me feel better about life in general.
Today, I had the Store all to myself. It was a pretty busy day. The worst part of the day was caused by my left foot. I've had foot problems all my life. That happens when you have zero fucking arches and are standing around a long time. The older I get the worse the foot pain seems to become. It's been ages since I had this amount of discomfort though, and I'm thinking it may be time to visit a podiatrist and have him check my feet out.
I pretty much know what he'll say. "You have floppy feet and plantar fasciitis, but you can alleviate most of the symptoms with arch supports, stretching exercises and lose some weight."
Um. I've already done all that.
I'm wondering if my foot problems today could be some kind of arthritis? My sister has rhuematoid arthritis. I'm wondering if this fresh pain is a manifestation of that.
I don't know.
I came home and took off my shoes and have been off my feet and they feel loads better. But I'm still thinking I need to go get them checked.
Not a lot else has been going on. My friend, Gina, is back in town for a few months. She and her husband moved to Italy and they've been there about eight months. She popped by the Store yesterday and we had a good chat. I told her my concerns about Paul, and admitted that I'm pretty sure one day someone's gonna go out to his house and find him dead, either because of his medical stuff or because he just decided to end it all. She told me she wouldn't be surprised if that happened, but that she'd do what she could to try and prevent it.
We're all getting together this Wednesday, I think.
And Thursday night, I'm meeting Hannah for coffee or desert or something. She texted me last week, asking if we could get together 'cause she'd like to hang out. I really hope she's not going to try and pump me for info on Jorg. If she tries, I'm going to be very blunt and just tell her that I'm not going to talk about him with her, because she just needs to move the fuck on.
Also, I deactivated my profile on my dating site. Autumn is here and I have no real interest in getting together with anyone for at least six months. The only exception I'll make is if a time displaced 20something year old Brad Pitt materializes in my bedroom and the only way to restore the time/space continuum is by having sex with him. Otherwise, people can just fuck off.
Today, I had the Store all to myself. It was a pretty busy day. The worst part of the day was caused by my left foot. I've had foot problems all my life. That happens when you have zero fucking arches and are standing around a long time. The older I get the worse the foot pain seems to become. It's been ages since I had this amount of discomfort though, and I'm thinking it may be time to visit a podiatrist and have him check my feet out.
I pretty much know what he'll say. "You have floppy feet and plantar fasciitis, but you can alleviate most of the symptoms with arch supports, stretching exercises and lose some weight."
Um. I've already done all that.
I'm wondering if my foot problems today could be some kind of arthritis? My sister has rhuematoid arthritis. I'm wondering if this fresh pain is a manifestation of that.
I don't know.
I came home and took off my shoes and have been off my feet and they feel loads better. But I'm still thinking I need to go get them checked.
Not a lot else has been going on. My friend, Gina, is back in town for a few months. She and her husband moved to Italy and they've been there about eight months. She popped by the Store yesterday and we had a good chat. I told her my concerns about Paul, and admitted that I'm pretty sure one day someone's gonna go out to his house and find him dead, either because of his medical stuff or because he just decided to end it all. She told me she wouldn't be surprised if that happened, but that she'd do what she could to try and prevent it.
We're all getting together this Wednesday, I think.
And Thursday night, I'm meeting Hannah for coffee or desert or something. She texted me last week, asking if we could get together 'cause she'd like to hang out. I really hope she's not going to try and pump me for info on Jorg. If she tries, I'm going to be very blunt and just tell her that I'm not going to talk about him with her, because she just needs to move the fuck on.
Also, I deactivated my profile on my dating site. Autumn is here and I have no real interest in getting together with anyone for at least six months. The only exception I'll make is if a time displaced 20something year old Brad Pitt materializes in my bedroom and the only way to restore the time/space continuum is by having sex with him. Otherwise, people can just fuck off.
