8/365

To prepare for the cold and rain as I headed out for the bus stop, I wore a hoodie under a wool trench coat. When I wore the hood up, I looked something like a modern-day version of the crusaders in Assassin's Creed. When it rains in LA, the road system collapses under the insanity. I waited forever for a bus up La Brea because someone had skidded and knocked over a streetlight, shutting down the road. It would be the perfect day to ride my bike to avoid all the traffic, but, I don't dare ride my skinny road bike on the roads when it is wet. So ninety minutes on the traffic-snarled bus today plus half an hour standing in the rain. My "no driving a personal vehicle to work" pledge doesn't seem so smart on rainy days.

But, anyway, let's talk about feelings. I'm numb. Numb and tired. Of the two ("numb" and "tired") I'm not sure if one descends from the other or if they are coincidental. My weight is down to 175. 160 is the indicator that I'm failing. So I'm still okay. I've just got to step back up to the basic plan: nutrition, exercise, water, sunshine, temperance, air, rest, theology.

I'm thinking about buying a new Jeep, but, I want to wait and see if Chrysler goes bankrupt first.