Remembrance of things past

Having been unable to quit worrying about biopsy results - my doc's assistant just told me to call back after 3:00 - I found myself making a list of newish priorities around 2:30 this morning. There were a few sundry observations thrown in as well; they may seem odd now in the light of day, but keep in mind the state of their author and time they were recorded.

There's nothing major, really. More like rescheduling my spare time: less Internet surfing and TV watching, more practicing the piano and shaolin. Quit worrying so much. Finish replastering the dining room wall. Put more money in savings. Offer to repair my neighbor's side gate so her awful dogs won't keep running amok (yes, I have an agenda; these dogs keep knocking over plant pots on my porch, and one jumped on my screen door and damaged it). Clear out the spare closet and toss anything I hadn't worn for two years or longer, unless it's formal wear. Perhaps one day I'll need it.

I also found myself with no regrets about my past carnal misbehavior. Instead, I found myself wishing I'd indulged more often. But if I don't meet the right sort of male, I'm not going to trade quality for quantity, and I have no plans to lower my standards in this department. So I don't see anything changing.

Lastly, I decided that I need to do more sit-ups.