I want to help out my parents. And in particular it was good to have some one-on-one time with Father. But ... couldn't it wait for another day when I didn't want to exercise? And can Mother not melt down over another dumb real estate question I don't understand?
United States Constitution, Article I, Section 9, Clause 8: "No Person holding any Office of Profit or Trust under them, shall, without the Consent of the Congress, accept of any present, Emolument, Office, or Title, of any kind whatever, from any King, Prince, or foreign State."
Thursday, July 25, 2024
I wanted to exercise last/Wednesday night. But I got stopped by Mother asking me dumb questions about their real estate stuff. And then I went outside and helped Father, who was trying to fix the trunk door of their minivan. By the time I got done, a quarter after 7 became a quarter after 8, and by the time I got to the community center and changed, I would have had, at best, an hour of working out before it closed. Wasn't worth it, so I threw the bottle of juice I had back into the fridge and my gym bag back to my room.
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best laid plans,
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mother,
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