Worried man with a worried mind. Quoth Bob. Acting as a paralyzing agent.
Can't find the camera.
Hours short at work, and not much improvement in sight. And it's all stopped being fun anymore.
Body of a cat in the street on my way to work this morning. Did not have the time to stop and find a number to call about it, but the poor thing was gone, as I doubled back this evening to be sure. I hope the cat's people find out, are not just left to wonder.
Nearly ran into a woman making a left turn in front of me, on my right of way. My brakes were good.
Want to get on the treadmill this evening, walk off a bit of the anxiety.
Dust in the air, along with pollen. The winter seems to be over, and I brace myself for the heat and bad air.
But I will plant some grass and catnip for Moby, and tomatoes for us.
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My son and I like that finger eleven song - Paralyzed.
I know where my camera is.
I have good days and less good days at work.
I saw a skunk road-kill last week on the way to work, it was picked up on my way home.
I had no near misses in many weeks.
I meant to do push-ups last night but didn't do them. Today I will run, however.
No dust here but I agree that Winter appears to be over, though I know it isn't.
I planted tomato seeds on Sunday, no grass or catnip for Leo.
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Send that worry packing. Exercise will help.....(z)
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