Exercise ball

I am sitting on one. The last owners of the house left it here. I think their dog used it to play with as there are teeth marks on it. I feel a little guilty using it, but they know they have stuff here-lawnmower-and it is 1 month and they still haven't picked it up. So I am Strengthening My Core while typing.
I read both the blog Sam mentioned and Cousin Scott's. Both are well worth reading.
I worked another shift at the homeless shelter. It has a nice feeling to it, different than other types of these places that I worked at, been in. Not sure why-there seems a general overall feeling of respect between both guests and volunteers/staff. If they can do this at a homeless shelter, shouldn't they be able to do this at the hospital?
Don't answer that question. The power imbalance is all over that one.
Richard and I have been faithfully going for walks almost everyday. He notices and I agree, that when I don't get regular exercise, I am not-so-happy. I haven't really gone running regularly for over a year(!), and even sporadically since the summer. Sweating=better brain chemicals.
Must make myself work on assignment for mental health course. Why is this taking me so long? I resist it greatly.
Plan for day 1) do assignment 2) walk to Mom's for supper.
Hey, just put a couple labels on the post-do you realize we don't have a procrastination label? I find that odd. I borrowed Anne's new word for it.