Ten Minutes

I only have about ten minutes to write, for now.  Today is the day I start riding the bus again, because I simply cannot afford to put thirty dollars worth of gas in my car every few couple of days.  And it's getting really hot here--triple digits today--and driving without air conditioning is miserable, and running the air conditioner makes the gas usage increase ridiculously. 

So--back to the bus, where it will take me longer to get where I'm going, but I will go there in air-conditioned comfort while someone else does the driving, and I can relax and read a book or write or listen to something.  And I have a disabled discount bus card, so an all-day pass is only $2.50, and I'm starting to feel like I'm spending that much driving my car for thirty minutes.  Certainly I'm spending more than that in a day, if I drive even thirty or so miles, because I don't think my car gets great gas mileage, and gas yesterday (at the cheap station) was $3.85 a gallon.

I'm only going to drive very selectively, and when riding the bus just isn't an option.  Right now, I've spent so much money on gas in the last couple of weeks that I'm almost out of money, and it's down to a choice:  drive, 0r eat.   No contest.

So in a few minutes I'm off to take the bus up to spend an hour cleaning for Moses, then come back home, have lunch and shower, and back out again to get the bus to my afternoon therapy appointment.  I won't get home until nearly seven, but that's okay, I think.

This morning at seven I went out for a walk/run, and was amazed to find that running, even though I haven't done much of it in a while, felt really surprisingly easy.  Testosterone, the miracle drug.