I spent the afternoon cleaning and organizing this massive pile of papers and crap that has been piling up. Threw away tons of resumes, sketches, and other odd stuff. I cut out some surfing photos from a magazine and hung them in the toilet. (Not INSIDE it, inside the toilet ROOM. I don't know what else to call it.) Framed some photos and put some postcards on the mantel. Made this place feel a bit more personal. (I was going to say feel a bit more lived in, but I don't think that’s possible, this place is well worn in.) Though it is difficult to create a truly personalized home in a furnished apartment. For instance, I don’t really like the framed prints of various military battlefield formations on the walls in the living room, but there is nowhere else to put them. They are a constant reminder that this place is just temporary, a small resting place on the way to where I don't know.
I went running this evening. Nothing new there. It was extremely hot today and wasn't much cooler by evening. Yet I still ran. When it's terribly hot and humid I sweat like crazy but it doesn’t matter. It actually feels good to sweat in the heat. (Well of course it does, that’s why we sweat, to cool off.) And tonight, as I was making terrific time, just getting to the edge of this long strip of pebbled path along the riverfront, I inhaled a fly! Ugh! I coughed it back up and spit it out. I felt grossed out for a second or two, but then kept going and forgot about it. This is the thing. It can be extremely hot and I can be inhaling little creatures with wings, and still I just keep going. Nothing bothers me much when I'm running along. How I wish this trait could apply to the rest of my life. Just keep going, bugs and all.
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