tiredToday I had to go down to Sunnyvale and collect a couple of parcels that were sent to the PO Box. I maintain that address as a sort of spam-trap and also as a place to where I have most of my convention memberships going, but I only collect the mail there once a week, and that's usually after a BASFA meeting. I ask people not to send parcels there (as does
cherylmorgan), because the only time I can go to the Sunnyvale PO when it is open is on Saturday, when there is usually a worse-than-usual line. Today, even with every window open, it took something like 20-30 minutes before it was my turn. The result: books for Emerald City, including -- ghod only knows why -- a second review copy of a book that had already gone to the apartment, from the same publisher. Sigh.On the way home, I stopped and had a largish lunch. Feeling that I'd over-indulged and needed to work that off (and burn blood sugar), I set off for a walk around Quarry Lakes Park. The weather here was pretty nice; a little cool and breezy, but sunny. The exercise worked, perhaps a bit too well -- a reading of 86. I had a snack when I got home, even though I didn't feel hungry, because it seemed to me that this reading was perhaps a bit lower than optimal. The idea is not keep blood sugar levels fairly constant, not yo-yoing up and down a lot.
Another reason for going out for a walk was that it kept my eyes focusing on far-away things, not a computer screen. And speaking of which, perhaps I should get away from this computer again for a while.