Haiku of the day.
Another early morning one after zazen today, staring out my window:
The silence weighs down
night air with cold, sweet, singing.
Leaves turn in the wind.
Pain is a 4/10 today. Not so bad. I don't even notice it unless I do something astoundingly dumb. Most of what I do feel, is from moving things what I shouldn't move to start with. However, the army of guests have gone back from the nether whence they came, and I am sitting in the beautiful silence as I enjoy my meditation and writing.
I do like people. Well. Mostly, anyway. I'm a "borderline extrovert", as the test says. These days they've been so overwhelming though, perhaps because my personal space is terribly disorganized. Not messy, just not organized. Yay, for being obsessive. I've avoided being irritatingly grumpy over other things going on, instead focusing on what needs to get done. Like, say, the diet change.
You see, I did sketch out the menu for first week on my return to the low-carb lifestyle. Not so bad, really. Teriyaki flank steak, chili, some tacos, avocado, bacon salad with blue cheese, and some other things. Maybe if I stop being lazy, I'll do some low-carb baking. Then again, maybe not. It's expensive and vexing, and not nearly as tasty as the real things. I'd rather be good and eat them occasionally, than eat substandard ones all the time. Mayhap, I am just strange. The motivation is strong to succeed, though. One step closer to black belt, also, doing this.
Anyway, time to work on the book. Miss Lyta is being tetchy, tonight.
The silence weighs down
night air with cold, sweet, singing.
Leaves turn in the wind.
Pain is a 4/10 today. Not so bad. I don't even notice it unless I do something astoundingly dumb. Most of what I do feel, is from moving things what I shouldn't move to start with. However, the army of guests have gone back from the nether whence they came, and I am sitting in the beautiful silence as I enjoy my meditation and writing.
I do like people. Well. Mostly, anyway. I'm a "borderline extrovert", as the test says. These days they've been so overwhelming though, perhaps because my personal space is terribly disorganized. Not messy, just not organized. Yay, for being obsessive. I've avoided being irritatingly grumpy over other things going on, instead focusing on what needs to get done. Like, say, the diet change.
You see, I did sketch out the menu for first week on my return to the low-carb lifestyle. Not so bad, really. Teriyaki flank steak, chili, some tacos, avocado, bacon salad with blue cheese, and some other things. Maybe if I stop being lazy, I'll do some low-carb baking. Then again, maybe not. It's expensive and vexing, and not nearly as tasty as the real things. I'd rather be good and eat them occasionally, than eat substandard ones all the time. Mayhap, I am just strange. The motivation is strong to succeed, though. One step closer to black belt, also, doing this.
Anyway, time to work on the book. Miss Lyta is being tetchy, tonight.