I got up as intended. Finally. The moving of the phone made a big difference. And the night's sleep was horrible. I was up past 2 am, so I got about 4hrs max. Yet I managed not to return to the warm bed and instead start my day with the usual routines I was practicing before the move. It felt great. Scottie joined me on the patio, and after getting fed and walking Scottie, I had a lot more time before work. I tied back a few tree branches in the back and later trimmed some in the front. I like a clear path. I think a new routine will be staying on top of dog poop, so I put bags out there for my morning routines too. I had a hard day as far as being exhausted and in pain goes. I canceled GNO at my house once I realized I wasn't in good form, AND I got an MRI slot for 1st thing tomorrow morning in Santa Clara. I'll be up and out early, but I am eager to get updated spine images to understand the recent spike in issues better. My "52nd Street" LP arrived damaged and with postage due (because I believe the change of address, but who knows). The seller was prompt in resolving the issue. I made dinner for Jen before she and Lauren when clothes shopping. At the same time, I rested and played music through the HomePod, including 52nd street, while enjoying the experience of reading the lyrics and liner notes and the whole focused tactile experience that was how I experienced it all decades ago. I also tested an idea about refinishing the faded sections of the living room flooring with some initially optimistic results.
⚖️: 7d avg: 165.69| 👣: 6013 | ❤️: 56 | 🧘: 20:53