Not exactly lost in the forest

It was supposed to be a two-mile or so hike behind Crown College, trying to retrace the path we made with David Arora a couple of years ago. I think we did that, mostly, but we also ended up walking for more like five miles on various fire roads and seeing parts of the campus we had not thought of seeing. We were never very lost though. We always knew roughly where everything was and about how far it was: it was getting on to the right fire road which was troublesome. I think following the road markers might have made things worse, actually.

But the revelation was -- I used the albuterol before the hike, and it was like somebody ordered a better atmosphere or something. I felt like I was breathing things I had never breathed before. And I didn't get out of breath ever even on the steepest bit (though I did get my pulse up nicely and found myself panting at rest a little). Conclusion: I was just wrong, before, when I thought I had my asthma under control without the inhalers. I'm going right back on the azmacort today.

I have been reading the printed-out book, which looks really thin printed out. My first reaction was that the story was thin, repetitious, and internally inconsistent, and that I was never going to be able to make it a real book. I'm feeling better about it now, but I think I want to double a couple of the chapters -- the tomato picking one especially. And maybe add some more to the Boss.

Other than that -- cleaning cleaning and finally seeing some results.