Recovery Road

I called in sick today, still weak and pathetic, and I slept till noon.  I woke up still feeling weak but less so.  I baked myself a potato in the oven for 1.5 hours and enjoyed my simple lunch.  I drank over 3 gallons of water- I think part of my sickness was heat exhaustion. 
I did go out - I made it to my gym to cancel my membership.  I love my gym, love my classes, but I'm tired of paying for it.  I'm also smart enough to know that I can exercise without a gym.  I hope to make the effort.  I need to pick up some cheap dumb bells
I also went to Target for Gatorade and applesauce...
I read more of Love Does by Bob Goff- laughing, crying, and prolonging the reading of the last chapter.  I don't want it to end. It really does come down to love.  I appreciate how he lives and how accessible he makes himself to people of all types.  He gets past all the Christianese and awakens me to the gift of life that God is calling me to now... and whimsical love!  He included his phone number in the book as well as his address on his website! I want to write him, but I have to figure out what to say first.
I walked to the fancy Mexican restaurant where I have applied to work before.  I'm looking for a second job to save for a car.  I applied first as a server but because I don't speak or comprehend Spanish- nay! So I went back willing to dish wash, host, bus, or whatever he might need.  He gave me an application and I laid it on thick.  I am so tired of applying to jobs in Tucson and no one ever calling me.  I told him before I left that I hoped he would call me, and he told me that he would keep me in mind.  It would be ideal for me- right next door, a fun environment, good Mexican food, and flexibility.  One never knows what another is thinking, but at least I have a full time job so I'm not in panic mode.  I want to be busy, making money, and saving for that car.  I just have to keep at it, my eyes open on opportunities and ideas. 
And maybe I'll go back and eat there soon as a reminder...