the past few days i've been experiencing some insomnia. i think the hot and humid weather combined with work and travel-preparation stress has been detrimental for sleep. when i woke up this morning i wasn't sure if i had an appointment with the travel clinic or not. a woman from their office called me early friday morning to remind me but now i couldn't remember although i have it written down for tomorrow. i spent the next 4 hours fixing and burning the latest round of pond bug for client P, a legacy project that's been around for almost 2 years now. while waiting for the cd's to finish, i had some time to sign up for autopay on a few of my bills (mortgage, utilities) in preparation for being out of the country for a few months. after dropping off the discs in cambridgeport, i made a quick stop at the cafe before returning home.
my wildflower seeds had arrived and i went out to my garden to plant them. the packet was a potpourri of different seeds of every shape and size, like the world's most complex spice blend. i expanded my plot a little more before sowing the seeds by hand. after lightly packing down the dirt, i pulled the hose to water my garden. now i know why nobody wanted my area: besides being underneath a mulberry tree (which covers the area in shade for most of the morning), it's also at the farthest region of the entire community garden so the hose barely reaches. i had to set the spray to jet and shoot up in the air to form to arch in order to water my area. i try not to complain too much though, it's still much better than my own supershady backyard.
already sweaty by the time i came home, i changed out of my clothes and went out running. maybe working in the garden sapped all my energy because i felt completely devoid of energy. normally i'd run down to the charles river from my house but i didn't have the strength today and walked down instead. once the blood started pumping though, i regained my stamina, and found the energy to do the extended loop, from the eliot bridge down to one of the foot bridges that lead to the business school. i didn't have my mp3 player with me so i felt lighter, however insignificant the amount (i hate carrying things i my hand when i run, or the dangle of earphone cables).
in the evening julie came with over some pulled pork sandwich. the red sox lost again to the blue jays. i'm just happy it's not trash day tomorrow, saves me the trouble of having to take out the trash, which i hate doing.