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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.

I had a date with the Ladies this afternoon. It was very enjoyable. Hinjinx ensued, but nothing too crazy. I mentioned that I was thinking of going down to Jekyll Island at the end of October, and they said they might be interested in going with.

I . . . hope not?

I sort of want to take the trip to get away from everything/everyone and just unwind. That's if I even go myself. I've got to pay for my car insurance in November, so a trip in October is probably not in the cards. Not unless I want to go even deeper into debt.

After leaving the ladies, I went by the Store, then came home. I had cheesy rise with chicken and fresh pineapple afterwards.

I'm not physically hungry, but my brain is like, "We want sugar/salt!"

I am trying to ignore it until tomorrow morning.

Wish me luck with that. *eyeroll*

Today, I had a lunch-date with my friend, Josh. Josh and his partner, Stu, moved to Maryland a while back, so I don't see them as often as I would like. Josh was down because his dad just had a stent put in and his folks needed some help around their farm. They have a man who helps, but he was off with his family until this weekend, so Josh came down to do for his folks.
I wore my boots, because it's a farm, and I'm glad I did as I wound up riding a horse. No, that is not a euphamism. I actually went horseback riding for the first time since I was like twelve. Afterwards, we had a light lunch and Josh showed me the horse barn and hijinx ensued.

It was nice, even though hay is a lot itchier than I remember.

I think Josh took the opportunity to unload on me about some of his anxieties, which I didn't mind a bit. He's very sweet and I'm so glad he's finally got his PTSD under control. The doc he's been seeing in Maryland, a specialist in military related PTSD, has been a godsend.

I left around six and came home, where I discovered a pimple starting to form just beneath the skin of my lower lip. I thought Josh had nipped me, but I should have known better. Hoping it breaks the surface soon, so that I can pop it and it can go away before my next date this Sunday evening.

Jorg got home a little while ago and I took Shadow out to throw the ball. Didn't throw it very long, and he decided he was finished pretty soon. Found out from Jorg that the poor boy got sick at the Store, but he seems okay now. He was eating grass in the yard, so I'm thinking he might just have a funny tummy. I wonder if he needs more fibre?

Anyway, sitting in my bedroom now, listening to music and startinig to stiffen up. Tomorrow morning is going to be fun.