Knocked back another 21 clicks. It takes 2.5 hours with an injured MCL. Thirteen one-mile loops on the streets I ran on 34 years ago. That's a bit of time to think, about time, and about thinking.
I finish around 4 a.m. and stiffwalk my ass home, put a few days clothes in the washer, clean my shoes and watches, take a shower, move shoes to the dehydrator, work on some in-flight glue issues, then make a meal from canned mackerel, craft kimchi, and cold rice. I add more nigari to the kimchi tub, but upon reflection, a gram is not quite enough, so I add more.
The cheapest form of magnesium is a wet salt, which I need to counter hypercalcemia from yesterday's final calcitriol administration. The potent bioactive form of vitamin D was salvaged from the home of a cancer patient. Now I have run out and will start on ordinary D3. I need to adjust my kimchi recipe. After food I make a soda from sugar, citric acid, baking soda, and water with ice. Then I make a hot coffee. I hang the laundry. Now, what I was thinking about on the run :
As discussed recently with folks on Threads, and in review of that elsewhere, Malaysia continues to bore me. But that is an ordinary stance I have adopted for most of my life. There are many retarded issues here, too many to count, and I do not consider myself smart enough to move the needle painlessly. So I contribute what little I can to public speech. And then I focus on what I do best, which is minding my own development.
