Yesterday, my post indicated that I wasn’t in a good mood, but I failed to describe why.
I used to run and swim every morning. Now I just walk the dogs. I really liked running and swimming. I used to stop on the way home from work every day, and swim the half mile. Then I started having to have to come home in hopes dogs haven’t peed all over the place.
How did I get shenaggled into this? I can’t tell you the last time I set foot on Seven Mile Beach. I still go to the beach at lunchtime, but it’s only an hour.
It’s nobody’s fault but mine. It’s like I just quit, and am blaming others.
I used to dive every weekend, sometimes after work. When’s the last time I posted an underwater photo here?
I need to get off my damn dead ass.