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Day 46 - Moab

Today was a maintenance day. I had a list of tasks to complete, like one would at work. I dislike maintenance days but this one was well-timed as I was exhausted from a 15 mile sandy hiking day yesterday, I hadn't showered in a week and felt a bit grimey, I needed a haircut badly, the sheets in the van had accumulated dirt toward the end where I get in and out after sandy trails, my clothes had been only hand-washed for the last three weeks, I had run out of ibuprofen-- an essential drug for swollen muscles, I needed to check on my Cobra health insurance payment, and I needed to call my roommate back home and make sure the Internet was working, and most importantly I had four episodes of Game of Thrones to watch. 

Just like a normal person having a lazy morning, I lingered in bed until noon, moving from laying on my left side to back to right side as aches instructed. All while watching an episode of Game of Thrones (so good) and reading. I finally got motivated and headed to town at noon and completed my task list. Shower at pool, lovely. Haircut, businessman cut as described by barber, refreshing. Laundry, clean. A 550 pill bottle of ibuprofen and a hand brush to clean off dirt purchased and phone calls made, I had a turkey sandwich and fries and drove back to camp for a relaxing, rainy evening. 


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