I grabbed my fishing rods and put my raft out on Lake Arlington. I spent the entire morning trolling the south west shore, trying to catch something substantial, but getting nothing more than a couple of little white bass. It was gratifying to see that my plans for getting off the shore to do some fishing are working out, but after two hours I was hot and sore, so I put back into the dock, broke everything down and went home.
I puttered around the house long enough to cool down and relax from fishing, then I grabbed my rifles and went to the range. There I shot seven different rifles that I hadn't ever shot before. Each one worked like a champ, and I'm glad I picked the ones I bought--they were all as accurate as they should be, and I nothing blew up. I swept the range clean and picked up some brass for my trouble. That effectively killed the afternoon, so I went home again.
At home I showered and putzed around the house until supper time, when I figured out that I hadn't put in my five miles for the day. Walking five miles is a drag, but it's something I have to do to make sure my weight keeps coming off. I packed up some cassette tapes and went to Academy Sports where I picked up some deeper diving baits for the next time I go fishing as well as my evening protein bar. I stopped by my friend Yizong's apartment to drop off the cassettes so that they can be taken back to their proper place, then I went to Walmart and walked around the remaining steps.
Between the fishing and the shooting, I was pretty sore, so it took me a little while longer to make my rounds, but it gave me some time to think. The foremost thought on my mind was: why wasn't I out trying to dig up a date as opposed to being alone all day long? As I said earlier, I just wasn't ready to go through the mental and emotional judo of trying to make a hookup.
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