I have had five good days in a row.
Max and I have made it to the beach for a walk each day, and we checked out numerous events for the Festival of Busselton. It was wonderful to be a part of something bigger that was for the most part, just about getting people to appreciate the town they live in.
But then I got shin splints from walking too much.
And then I read this.
And then I missed the fireworks, only held once a year in my town.
I LOVE fireworks.
They spark Pollyanna and I can smile for days with the memory.
This is a fraction of what I missed this year.
Apparently they were in-cred-i-ble !!!
And then I saw this.
Kick a girl when she’s down why don’cha?!?
I have no money until Thursday, and I am down to bacon and an egg for dinner. It’s all I have to eat. Not that I’m complaining. It is far from the worst my diet has been due to economic constraints.
On Thursday – I’m going to have a giant salad and a steak. Medium rare, with the blood still o oozing of it as it sits on my plate ready to be devoured.
And hopefully by then my shin splints will be better.
Doing nightfill isn’t helping – but an empty tummy hurts more, so I keep slogging along.
Most nights at work, I hear this song.
Although I’m not a fan of John Mayer, his melodies don’t appeal – BUT his words?
I’d like to think the best of me
Is still hiding
Up my sleeve
They love to tell you
Stay inside the lines
But something’s better
On the other side
I am invincible
As long as I am alive