My lesson for the month: Plans mutate.
(Probably my lesson for life, but let’s just stick with the month.)
I’d intended to blog about the treadmill thing again today, especially in the wake of my aggravated feet.
Then again, this fall I’d also intended to adopt a socialization-resistant kitten as a barn cat (yes, this cat sleeping here on my office chair), get caught up on my paperwork, get a book started/finished before the end of the year, target completion of Connery’s PACH title, and figure out how to relax when it was time to relax.
And in the really big picture, I once thought to keep beating my head against traditional publishing until I finally found where I fit.
One thing at a time, I guess.
In any event, I’m not writing about the treadmill thing today. Because things change, and yesterday I went tracking, and as it happens the tracking was all about things changing.
(The meta here is just killing me.)
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