I’ve been going to the gym since I’ve been home. I’ve only gone a few times, but my self-motivation has been unusually high. The good news is that it doesn’t feel like a temporary thing. I can usually discern whether my feelings come from a burst of interest or a sense of commitment. This feels like the latter.
I realize now that it’s going to be a lot tougher to think of topics for my blog posts. Life at the park was unusual, and living with dozens of people provides daily fodder. Now that I’m living with in Clinton Township with my family, things are a lot less interesting.
Hopefully, work provides some good stories. I start training for hospice tomorrow, and I’m really looking forward to it. I get paid for it, too!
Watching the baseball game. I must go.