Today’s DoorDashing got to me after a few hours. I could have stayed and earned more, but sitting in the car, looking out at the same sort of view, maneuvering through traffic, dealing with all the people who are messing about on the road rather than driving, then it’s mostly ignorance in the restaurants where people are just too busy to hardly acknowledge a person; there is just not a lot to entertain a fella. I had a book of wordsearches along and was buzzing through pages in that between runs, like it was nothing. I think my brain is running at a different speed right now.
I saw the protests down in town. It is good to see people raising their voices, no matter the side they take.
I also got called out to a house that I was at yesterday. Funny enough, the GPS called me to a different road and took me through a driveway that led finally to the same one I came in on yesterday, too. It is a big house. Like, I drove through a neighborhood of big houses to get there, then arrived past the guest house, which was the same size, then the big house. It was a big house. I would hate to clean it! I am pretty happy with the house I have, thank you very much.
It really was a lot of just bouncing around today. I could have done with a break in the day, and perhaps I need to do batter at that. I could stop around 2PM and take time off till 4:30PM and maybe do some photography or something. Then I could catch the high points of Dashing and get some time for me for something I enjoy but cannot otherwise do! It’s not Golden Hour, but what’s that to someone who knows how to use a camera in all times and conditions? Ha!
So, I came home early today, just after doing a run to Cafe Sabor. That took me to Smithfield for delivery, and that close, fed up, and over my daily minimum goal, I am happy to go see my family! I would like to see my lovely little woodshop, too! But family first! I need to get some time in there doing some work. I want to make a thing.
I had to add oil to the car today. It leaks it or something. It does not seem to burn it. I think Honda has a problem with the lower seal on these engines. Therre is not much I can do about it unless I want to rebuild it. I don’t really want to rebuild it. But that means I will bear the brunt of the cost through loads of oil. It never leaves marks on the driveway, but it is messy and wet underneath. Then I have to ask how often I really should change the oil? I put in synthetic, which is meant to last 7 to 10K miles. The computer starts screaming at 3K, of course! So, I am over, now. I am over by about 1K. I plan to change it very soon, though. I was thinking on Monday. Add it to the lost of things I want to do when there is time! What a laugh! As soon as my health is on the up and up, I can do more, and now I cannot get it all done!
Right, then. My bed calls me. I plan on a workday tomorrow. I could do with setting a record. I won’t, but I could do with it.