Today has been one of those days when my internal battery feels critically low. My brain, it seems, decided to take an extra-long holiday, leaving me feeling unfocused and fatigued. The evidence? Last night, after dinner, I sent the elevator to the incorrect floor, disembarked, and then, in a moment of utter confusion, questioned a resident of that floor about their presence on “my” floor. A hasty retreat to the stairwell followed, and I walked the remainder of the way home. Getting old ain’t pretty.
But, today, I managed to get to the correct floor on the first try every time. And, I stopped a chubby CD from renewing itself for a long time at a low rate. Also made it to and from yoga. Treated myself to Uber, both ways. No judging people. Aside: WiFi keeps cutting out. Time to switch to the phone’s hotspot.
And, I have worn the tread off my running walking shoes. Have a new pair in the closet. For some reason, I was saving the new pair. Put the new pair into service today. Pitched the old pair. What exactly was I saving the new pair for?
Not only is The Asylum home. It’s obviously where I am supposed to be. Perhaps I should be on the locked unit as well.