Tempesta

So much of what I own is just trash—papers that no one ever looks at anymore. Still whittling away at the mountain.

All right, so I slept through my alarms yesterday and didn’t get to the pool right when it opened. I still managed to get up and and swim 800 yards.

While debulking the storage locker this week, I found the title to my car in one of the boxes. Haven’t seen that for more than 4 years—it’s a good thing I didn’t have to sell my car. I also found a stash of People magazines and an REI Summer catalog from 2002, which will come in useful if I have to travel back in time and place an order for camping gear.