Journal - Burnaby, Saturday Morning

I couldn’t find my meeting. Naturally I’m paranoid. It always happens.  Glych on iPhone or internet and I take it personal. I don’t dwell on it. Not like her half rolling her eyes. I caught that and don’t know what to make of if.  Keeps coming back.  I wonder if I’m off the list.  I don’t know. I’ve had trouble finding notes for a few weeks. They go to trans or spam all of a sudden then it takes a while for me to react.  I contacted the organizations and reached out to a member.  Maybe I ‘ll take in the meeting tonight.

I did walk the dog and he pooped.

I’ve a chiropractor apt in an hour. Then i’ts an open day again. I’ve the jeep and the motorcycle. I can go to the storage locker and get the rifle I want to sell. I could go out to chilliwack. I’m not terribly good with an unplanned day.  It’s a wide open space and I really don’t have anything that needs doing right now. I’d hoped the new faster printer would be here and I could do some paperwork.

I could go to apple or phone them and solve the mail problems. I think I should do a better job of bookkeeping.  

I need to exercise more≥. Swimming and walking.

I have so much organization to do on this bus.  There’s stuff in the bins I don’t need and my toolbox needs organization. I ‘ve room in the overhead bins too and the clothing.  So much I could do.  

Best get ready for morning adjustment