walk more

This weekend the ‘declutter’ goal has priority.

I’m not quite sure what this is. But I think I have to go for a walk tomorrow at 1:00 p.m. and everyone else in this group will be walking too. But not with me. And I have to take a photo, preferably something with a 43 in it. Luckily the house one street over has 43 as its address. I must remember to do this.

Now my excuse is I need new shoes.

I think I might have a slight agoraphobia again. I don’t leave the house for days at a time, and when I do go out, I get euphoric. Everything is so intense outside. I have to have a compelling reason to go out, such as a serious lack of groceries. I will put together the most unlikely meals to avoid going to the grocery store. I used to get groceries delivered, but I couldn’t stand strangers picking out meat and fruit. I do go to work, but as a substitute teacher. They call me, and I go in. That’s it.

First I need a pedicure so my walking shoes will feel better.