Anger at 11:30

Over the past several weeks I have noticed a curious trend: at about 11:20-11:30 I find myself muttering (aloud and with complete sincerity)....

"Fuck this. I don't want to walk anymore"

The last few days it has been accompanied by a laugh as Bruce and I mock my daily morning petulance.

Today I actually started laughing, turned to Bruce and said: "I bet it's 11:30."
"You're sick of walking"
Steve pulls up sleeve to show 11:23AM
"Boom!"
We both got a good laugh.

I was still 100% the *fuck* over walking for 10 minutes. But it passes. Looking at flowers helps (today was magnolias).

Ahh.... Camino Life. Good times.Read more