Rec contr' Amor non es guirens lai on sos poclers, s'autra.

Today, I went for a quiet, peaceful rollerblade along the canal. I breezed along the bike path, merrily enjoying the sunshine and slight breeze. I looked down at my shadow......

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and noticed a tiny, fluttering, shadow following me. It fluttered close to me, caught me staring, and flutter of with a "who me? nah, just floating here man" casual air that I knew to be a feint.

I looked away, and ever so discreetly peeked out the corner of my eye, as the little shadow fluttered closer and closer.

I turned around a screamed "Stop trying to kill me you freakin' monarch butterfly!" to the horror of the multitudes also on the bike path.

A.

I don't do mornings very well. It's not that I'm grumpy in the am (alhtough I will be if anyone talks to me in the first hour that I'm mobile) but rather I don't work well. My reasoning skills are, to put it lightly, somehwhat screwing, and my brain lacks a few IQ points. I just don't function anywhere near par.

I shuffle around my apartment, from room to room, trying to figuring out why I went there in the first place. I'm good if I stick to routine - wake up, go to the washroom, go to kitchen, make coffee, make breakfast. Sometimes something will throw me off, like this morning when I made toast, and when I took it out of the toaster, realized that it had mould all over it. Just didn't realize, and didn't think to look before hand, either.

Now, I know some of you are thinking "Wow, you really need your coffee in the mornings" but that isn't necessarily so. I've done experiments (granted, on weekends when I don't need to deal with other human beings) by not having coffee. And my mornings are the same -- it still takes me an hour to start functioning as a human. An hour for my brian to recognize that it can think and reason, and for my body to get used to doing things outside of a routine.

I just don't function well the first hour of waking up. Be it from 6 to 7, or from 9 to 10, that first hour is basically lost to my body re-learning 28 years of facts and truths.

A.

I've been trying to rollerblade at least once a day. It's been hard lately, with all the rain, but I've managed to mostly squeeze in at least 20 minutes a day. This, on top of the 40 minutes of walking, has actually given me extra extra energy.

I've been sleeping better, but with weirder dreams, and I feel so much better. (Although that totally could be due to the fact that a)I feel like I've finally kicked C. completely out of life, for good, b)lots and lots and lots of sunshine, c)no stress at work, and d)lots and lots and lots of fresh air.)

I've been trying to vary the duration of my blade, and the route. So far, I've gone down Isabella to Queen Elizabeth Drive, down along the canal to Lansdowne, up to Bank, down until Fifth, over to O'Connor, up to First, then back down Bank to home.

Hopefully I can continue this through the summer!

S.