Almost Hell Month

I know, I know, it has been awhile since my last post. Seems life just wanted more of my attention. And did it ever.

Do you know what Hell Week is in boot camp? If you're a veteran of any armed service you do. That is the kind of month I've been having.

To begin, I moved. Or we moved that is. As you know moving is very stressful, even with all the planning and coordination and such. But the problem for me anyways was I got sick to boot! Not that laid up in bed high fever cough it hurts everytime you sneeze sick. The low level fever scratchy throat why now kind of sick. Tired. Sleepy. Achy. On a time squeeze. No fun I tell ya.

And the grass needed to be mowed. And the Peterbilt needed attention as well. Fix this. Fix that. Get the monies mailed for permits and tags and the other government fees and such. And I was getting rid of this and that so as not to move it. Sold my car and one of my bikes. Do you realize how difficult it is just to give stuff away? I didn't know charities could be so dadburn picky!

And still, after three weeks I still have this irritating cough. But that's ok, because I know it will go away someday. The reason for my optimism is due to the fact that I continued to do my plan. Walk everyday. Eat the right foods. And in the proper proportion. No matter what is going on in my life I must maintain my health. Because without IT, nothing else matters.

Now, just where did I put that Peterbilt?