chilly walks and couscous

Going to work late in the day is sometimes hard because it causes me to sit around doing nothing - hesitant to start a project because I have to leave. I am always worried about being late for work. Or losing track of time and having to rush. So I do nothing.

The only real accomplishment I have today is going for a really long walk which included two bookstores and the purchase of a Thailand travel book and a small Bible. I've had the hardest time finding a Bible that is easy to carry, but isn't King James Version. For various reasons I'm sick of that version but a little bit unsure what other one I want. I found one but am definitely keeping the receipt.

I cooked another pantry special tonight. I used some couscous that has been sitting in the pantry for as long as I can remember. After I cooked it I noticed a faintly odd smell. I think it had expired - though I ate half of it anyway. I also cooked onions, garlic, celery, and chickpeas and mixed it with some of the couscous. Not the best thing I've ever cooked, but still not bad. I need to go grocery shopping, but haven't been home much lately, and it's pretty low on my list.

Tonight's trip is one little leg to Evansville. I deadhead home in the morning. Not bad for 7.5hrs of pay. I feel like I'm tied to the open time pot trying to find trips that work better with vacation and seeing Jonathan next month. So far just frustration. It always works out somehow though.

Time to throw on the navy polyester.

It's been one week

since surgery. I spent the weekend in and out of sleep - some days being awake much less than I was asleep. I'm sure part of this was because I was healing, but I've been surprised to discover how much easier it is to stay awake when you aren't heavily medicated.

I can tell my voice is different. I don't think the difference is terribly noticeable, but it is definitely easier to talk. I got the stitches out on Tuesday, but won't see them about my voice for 3 more weeks. It will fluctuate a lot between now and then.

Not working for a week is nice, but I'm getting to the point where I have too much time to think. I started another writing class and have two assignments I need to be working on. It's hard for me to get motivated to start living like a responsible adult again though.