Getting On With Life

Hoping and praying and getting off my ass, more easier said than done. Some days are easier than others. Trying not to sleep all day on my first day off. Working 12hr night shifts from 1800-0600 can be an ass kicker sometimes. Simply don't feel as energetic as I used too. Staying away from the tv is a major help, limiting computer work or internet time to 1hr or less also helps. Keeping a schedule does and does not always work, something always pops up or some other circumstance throws a monkey wrench into the best laid of plans. I call it the fuck up factor. Perhaps a visit from the fuck up fairy is more appropriate? The spontaneous just get up and do it moments seem the best. One night last week, unable to sleep, I hopped onto my bicycle, went down to the taekwondo school for an imprompto howdy, bought a six pack of beer, went star gazing out on the dike, and grabbed a burger on the way home in a mild state of damn good buzz. I did get some yard work done at my mothers house yesterday and I did go to mass this morning. Even managed to do some yard work around here this morning before it grew too hot outside. Must pace myself and not over do things. Tonight, after dropping off Amy at work and my daughter back with her mother, I'm picking up another six pack of cheap beer or wine, load my telescope up on my bike rack and head off to the dike again. This may be a summetime ritual with me, who knows? I do know I enjoy getting out of the house like this, get some exercise, a good buzz, and gaze at the stars with my 20 year old telescope.