Establishment of the Dreamweapon, 52nd Day of Spring, 525 M.E. (Electra): I didn't walk yesterday because of the chance of rain all day. There were dry intervals during the day when I could have gone outside, but now that my walks are averaging eight to ten miles they take three to four hours and I couldn't be certain that I wouldn't get caught out in the rain at some point like I did last week. You win some, you lose some, and some get rained out, they say. Yesterday was a rainout.

No worries. I'll just skip a day and pick it back up again tomorrow. Today was a sitting (meditation) day. 

The alternating walking/sitting cycle gives a sort of rhythm to my days and to my life. My preferences have become my habits, my habits have become my routines, my routines have become rituals, and rituals eventually take on the appearance of the sacred. 

In the middle of last month, I fell off my routine. A few rainy days disrupted my walks, and before I knew it, my walking disruption led to a disruption in my sitting. You miss a day or two of your routine and before you know it, you've missed a whole week. Then two.  I felt disoriented during those weeks. A rudderless ennui overtook me and I lost interest in other aspects of my life. Television, video games, even music - all boring. But after I resumed sitting two weeks ago, everything has snapped back into focus and rhythm, and my life, or my interest in my life, has resumed.