I took a nice walk at lunchtime down to Oaks Bottom Wildlife Refuge, within half a mile of my apartment. Shorts, a T-shirt, shoes and socks, lotion to make me even whiter than normal which is saying something, and keys were all I needed. That and a drink from the water fountain at the top of the path into the park, once I walked back up from it.
I detoured off the Springwater Corridor trail, the main path through that refuge, and ducked through smaller undergrowth-hugged trails near the Willamette River. I walked carefully to avoid sudden falls or sudden swimming. No signs of poison ivy or other itchy-and-scratchy things! And sweat sweated from me, as it should. I've been in the mood to exert. It's helped me lose a pound or two recently, and that's of course a better way of losing weight than being so stressed that I lose my appetite, which was my accidental weight-loss regime back in the madness of May. Sometimes this not-working-right-now thing can be used for good, when I don't have to look presentable and I can concentrate on helping myself. This walked did that.
In other "I rule" news, I've reserved the car I'll drive next week from Boston Logan to
Wow. A week from now, if all goes well, I'll be