5 in the morning-ish. Slept in a bit, my body was wrecked from the weekend, but my legs weren't any worse than the rest of me, and I felt better as I went on. Had a homeless guy come up to me after. Normally I don't give in to soliciting, but his story had a lot of similarities in trials I've endured, and even though I didn't get much help in them I know how much it'd have meant to me for someone to, so I bought him breakfast. Was worth the few dollars to see his face light up. On the drive home I thought about a way to try and minimalize homelessness. The best solution I can think of is a non-profit housing service where you're provided food and housing for doing work for the house itself, whether it be cooking, cleaning, etc. All things that benefit the house itself(maybe community service as well to try and provide minimal funding). I hope one day to found something like that. I'd probably have it double as rehab too, at least in that there'd be no drugs allowed and you'd have the resources to get clean if the withdrawals directly affect your health. Really just hate that we all get one chance at life and some people have to live it in such painful conditions
9 in the afternoon. Legs felt GOOD - the weekend got shaken out of them more quickly than I thought they would. Left arch started to ache a bit at the end, luckily I got insoles in my trunk like lil nas x got horses in the back
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