How It Drives?
I walked downtown yesterday and bought a pair of tennis shoes at a Footlocker that's recently opened on Broadway. I've been wondering if this pinched nerve in the right leg, aching feet thing has to do with shoes. How long have I been thinking this? How long has it taken me to buy another pair and find out? These are not good things to examine too closely, to analyze in any detail, as the conclusions can lead you to wonder what flavor Jello has replaced the brains inside your head.
Then again after the walk downtown yesterday, the walk around the neighborhood today, maybe the feet do feel better now in these new shoes. Nothing too special, these shoes, but they feel good laced up a little too tight at the moment sitting here at the computer, the sun hot outside where I am reliably informed temperature records are being set. No thought this morning to go to the office, just breakfast at the usual place, a run by Safeway instead. Life would be easier Monday if I cleaned off my desk today, but Brain refused to think about the office, Body will not contemplate the office and I, paying attention to their needs, wonder if I can get them on board tomorrow morning to begin the week. But this is not the first Sunday I've had these thoughts, nor, from the look I see in my coworker's eyes, am I the only one thinking this on a Sunday afternoon, the only one wondering what to do if recalcitrant Brain and Body draw the line Monday and won't give an inch.
Are we flipping out?
Not particularly. I did walk about this weekend, I did shoot one or two pictures, I did ask a fellow at the gas station how he liked his new Scion xB, the boxy one, as he was filling it with gas. He liked it a lot, he said. It looked nice, lots of glass. I wonder how it drives?