Lava Rocks and Underwear

Oh zero days how I love them at least in theory, it’s a day to just exist, to be, to not put miles on my swollen ankles and creaky knees. But in reality it’s usually a day of chores. I had managed to fit in a lot the day before when I hiked 20 plus miles thru mountainous forest and wobbled, crawled, semi dexterously leapt through the blowdown obstacle course (losing half my pants in the process) before hiking off the trail getting a ride to town, buying new clothes going to the doctor (all managed by walking all over the city on foot) figuring out how to fill a prescription and how to get Taco Bell delivered and eating like 5 times from different places so yea it had been a busy day but now on the 12th I awoke in my beautiful bed at the rainbow motel and I laid there. yup I awoke and I just laid there it was phenomenal I gotta do this more often I thought to myself what a concept to not wake up, pee, deflate matress, stuff everything I own in a bag throw it on my back and start climbing a mountain “is this how the other half live?” I wondered aloud: from the bed next to mine I heard “are you talking to yourself, Wallace?” “Yup” I cheerfully replied. “Ok” Uphill was getting used to my weird.