Without Jim around for the past week and a half, I’ve been pretty bored towards the end of his absence. There is only so much of being an “as needed” guy that I can handle. I wouldn’t say that I get annoyed by it as much as just having a severe lack of being entertained. So with today being his first, full day back, I just kept asking for things to do. If I don’t keep moving, I feel my body start to slow down on me. In fact, last week, I actually took a thirty minute nap for the simple fact that I had nothing else to do. If some one found me and woke me up because they needed something, great, but no one walked into my office. Part of that could have been the stress of the move, but such is life.
One thing I noticed is that I’m sleeping better than I have in years. It could be the change of living conditions, the bed, or just the fact that I’m finally living in a place that suits who I am. Most likely, it’s a combination of it all. The newness could be an element, but there is also something to be said about how I feel when I take off for the station in the morning. Just getting out of bed is easier. It’s also nice to walk from room to room without the problem of bumping into anything. Yes, my old place was that small.
Tomorrow morning will be my first opportunity to really explore my new neighborhood. Running is always a good way to do that.