up 6am always! pleased. nothing to do
swallow pills the main task
already made it all the way to 10am!
Best reward when Eastenders is ready for me! anchorpoint to aim for! 8pm is when my next set of pills! all this time - no Wednesday, Saturday or Sunday Eastenders until widweek days... nothing to think of or do, except post this stupid post!
piling on... love driving the car, but no reason other than groceries. would be 6am with clear roads, empty supermarket, but iced windows, so impossible. Not worth clearing the ice, which I always did every morning after shower, brek, suit, an office to drive to by 9am. when unemployed after 5 years, guided when road congestion is gone, and ice too, naturally. but.. ROADWORKS! more. more. every street, the entire town. static traffic queues kill a car. my last one. I wait for a magic, rare clear journey. no day encompasses any valid sense to use a road. my gambling hopes and bets, delighted to achieve, but topped and tailed with hours of ping-pong traffic shuffle. getting home in one piece. engine not yet popped. laughing that oblivious peeps might get shattered, crumbled brand newest pretty engines... this trend could free some road space
biking everywhere - weaving through gridlocked cars not necessary until pedestrian paths and blocked by human flesh - families of 15+
being in my car for hours queued fulfilled my pleasure of how I'd be there, using my bike. either trip can be rewarding when I choose right time, but tough decision when I stay home. recent powertrain improvements for each set of wheels. valve & injectors cleansing with lots of noise. bike gearset slippage annoying, up steep hills. now a fresh set of metal.
battling all-together scenario impossible. no marriage, no kids, no earnings, shuffling, nudging, balancing means to an end
all same for dead people. space for anyone.