I am, by nature, a lazy person. Ambition doesn't come naturally to me. So working 88 hours in one week was quite a departure from my normal slothful state.
Walks, you say? Just back up to the Monastic Dorm after 16 1/2 hours on the locked unit. They count. So does the casino walk.
Drove back home last night and stopped to walk around the Colusa Casino. Stretching my legs after working a double back, single day shift. Casinos are the last place in California where indoor smoking is allowed. The place was packed. Second hand smoke stinking up the joint. I must admit, as a person who has wrestled with a nicotine addiction in the past, I enjoyed taking deep drafts of the second hand smokey air. It is the next best thing to actually taking a drag.
I dropped some cash into a one armed bandit: lost six bucks.
Onward to Oroville to buy a special bottle of wine, some french brie and fancy crackers. Shared the bottle (a 2006 Cab) with Joni when I got home--as we watched the stars come out on our three acre ranch. Bliss.