chicken

It’s noon and I haven’t left for the studio yet. I went for a swim, made some juice, mailed some packages and had a post workout snack. I’m dilly dallying, I should have woken up early today. But I made a decision to ride my scooter to the studio today and I’m just a big chicken about it. I know once I get on it, I’ll feel happy to be back on the horse, but the more abstract idea about riding the scooter is keeping me from leaving the house. Not good, not good. Tom has a doctor’s appointment thursday to see about a second surgery on his arm (motorcycle injury). My mind is full of a bunch of uneccessary and pointlessly torturous “what ifs.” Yeah, I’m going to stop thinking about it.