Day 55, morning

Today is day 55.  I met my goal of exercise yesterday.  I'm a good sore today.  Today is a exercise of my choice day.  I aired my basketball and stuck it in the truck.  So that's an option. If I remember right, there are a couple hoops near the river under the overpass.  It's a pretty busy court but if it's open today, I may play around there before going home.  Then I'll take two days off with just stretching or some light exercise.  Usually take the dogs to the forest Sunday, but no lifting.
It's my Friday.  I'm ready for the weekend.  When I went to get the basketball from the garage, I thought about how I used to have the garage set up and how much I enjoyed having the garage doors open in the evening working on some wood project.  I have no great skill at it, but I enjoy the planning and the mistakes.  I have wanted to make some Adirondack chairs.  They would likely turn out like some kind of Dali or Escher versions of Adirondack chairs.  Could be fun. 
Only the slightest of alcohol buying thoughts yesterday.  The end of my day was a bit hectic and I think my mind was just in a groove of finishing the work day.  That was a good thing.
Today is day 55.  I am committed to making a life change.  I do not drink.  I am the tree, not the leaves.  I am the mountain.  It is day 55 and I am solid.