Bajai Life Camp 17.11: Day 492
Hotel Corona de Castilla
Thursday October 11, 2018
Burgos, Spain
26.94% prepping
My cub scout pack was 492. Funny how I remember that. Or maybe I'm remembering something else. Maybe it was boot camp. Maybe it was both. But that's unlikely. I think boot camp ended in a "1".
Hotel Corona de Castilla... a pretty hotel.
I didn't sleep as long as I expected, but it's chilly and cloudy in Burgos thus far. It's a good day to stay in and prepare. There aren't as many clothes to get rid of... however, there are some other heavier objects I can adjust.
The wifi here isn't as reliable as in Palencia. Unless it's my computer. Steemit work was unable to get done last night. Annoying. It might have been Steemit too.
Forgot to book my hotel in Madrid, last night so of course I paid more. No biggie. I feel it, but not as much. The extra is a convenience fee for procrastination. Plus I got a bigger room. Just two nights.
That feeling I have today is a combination of preparing to leave and rain. It's cloudy and rainy in Burgos today. This weather is similar to that in Philly. Quasi-depression is how it affects me.
Got some exercises in this morning. Ate two eggs. They landed in my stomach kind of hard. I didn't really taste them. It's been a while since I had them raw.
Open umbrellas are going passed Cafe Miranda. Same place I visited yesterday, same plate. It's earlier than yesterday and more crowded. Come to think of it, I arrived in Burgos about this same time yesterday... and it was raining. I wonder if this is a daily event this time of year.
I'm looking forward to going back to the Gables and visiting that cafe. Maybe try to meet up with "Rosie," a near miss... or perhaps a close miss. She saw me at that cafe and then we connected via social media. A meet was suggested, I think, but I was leaving the next day. These kinds of scenarios fascinate me and I can't leave them alone. Her life may have changed in the last... It's only been six months... but now that I think about it, I know nothing more about her than she lives in Miami and she's cute. She could be married for all I know. Well, I still want to find out. We might hit it off. I'm no stranger to long shots.
Ten days after I land in Miami I am to be at a wedding in New Orleans. Bus, train or plane? It may be best to fly. Maybe fly to NOLA then to North Carolina to see Rhonda? Or wait and visit Berenice in Tampa? At some point, before thanksgiving I should be in Philadelphia.
I've really got to give you props if you read this. Hopefully at least the images entertain you.
Want to know a secret? I'm thinking of hopping on the mental health bandwagon?
I heard some stats about how many Americans and British are on psyche meds and I was thinking it would be easy for me to claim mental illness. I am a military veteran after all. There could easily be something from my past that could be triggered by something Donald Trump might have done or said. Although, as a student of irony, a believer in Fate and a small part of the Universe, I can see this plan backfiring on me. I could end up trying to convince the Mental Health Industrial Complex that I'm NOT mentally ill.
Sometimes I think I'm one of the few people left who aren't mentally ill. We can look at this mental illness situation as if it's the zombie apocalypse. (I'm not the first to suggest this.) Believe you're not mentally ill in a population that's mentally ill, makes you a threat.
This brings to mind the original "I Am Legend," (The Last Man on Earth 1964) which starred Vincent Price (I want to say), and was remixed by Will Smith in 2007.
I heard someone suggest that autism was somehow an evolutionary progression. Mostly, I think that person was referring to people with Asperger's who demonstrate remarkable abilities but aren't completely "normal" as defined by the general population. This is about to go way out there, so I'll cut to the chase.
When and if the mental health population reaches critical mass, those who aren't mentally ill, or claiming to be, will become suspect, called liars and may even become outcasts or outlaws. We might become forced onto therapies or experimented on.
Later today...
Meanwhile I went back to the habitacion and worked. The weather didn't bother me, much. But I did want to go out. I wanted to find a place I liked where I could get normal tea.
Cafe Miranda, my favorite cafe in Burgos, thus far.
What was I thinking before I started thinking about what I was thinking?
Late vittles. It seems I'm doing this more often. Oh, I had a decent walk around the river before bed.
Goodnight.