Since Saturday Morning

Wednesday 1 p.m.
                            On Saturday I scraped; dug on Sunday; scraped on Monday; rested on Tuesday. No running or shadowboxing or anything much like that which I would have wanted to do.
                             Had a drink on Sunday. Otherwise, sober.
                             I'm glad to be doing more investigating into mahamudra meditations by studying this book. This is partly due to the power in the rest of it. The after effects of vase breathing and such that ... hold on! Just take it easy here. Power and force and accumulations. I'm a bit wary of taking lots of vase breaths in succesion.
                             On the other hand, that's where I want to go, where is says on the map: Obscured by Clouds, or There be Dragons.
                             I'm going to be back here on Friday evening this week. This means I won't see the Domestic Bliss till Saturday, but on Saturday we have an appointment to socialise with some of our old friends, so I'm let off staying on Friday. Time seems so precious.
                             If I believed in rebirth, I'd hope that all my old friends would die soon. Going into your old age with your head jammed up your backside is a disgrace really. All they're going to do is get old, get sick, get dead. I just hope they get on with it.
                             I managed to do three hours editing Cyclists yesterday. I've spent a lot of my adult life trying to get time away from people so I could do things. You'd think once you got rid of the jobbie .... Oh well, once more into the breach, dear friends!