Productive and lazy

With my camping trip approaching, I had a bunch of things that needed to get done. It was almost a laundry list of things. The big thing was work on the jeep. I don't know a whole lot about vehicles, but I took it over to our friend and he helped me change the oxygen sensor and the oil. It was beneficial too because I was informed last night that my driver side headlight was out, so we replaced that as well. It was a lot of fun to work on the jeep. It felt manly. I felt that I should have been grunting the entire time. Granted I didn't do the majority of the work, but it still felt......right.

After working and sweating for two and a half hours, I stopped by the DMV and picked up tags for the jeep. The cost starting to lower as the vehicle gets older, which is nice. One thing that I disapprove of is the fact that we pay property tax on the vehicle, but on the other hand as the vehicle gets older, the price lowers. It's somewhat of a fair trade, but it could be better. One risk you always run in getting tags is the long wait. Everyone has dealt with it. The best thing to do is bring a book and be patient. No one likes to wait around in that place, but everyone has to.

I came back home and grabbed some lunch and lazed around the apartment for about an hour. It was nice to just sit around for a little bit after all the running around in the first couple of hours of the day. Laziness always feels great after accomplishing something earlier on. The last thing I had on the platter of a day was a hair cut. The last great get away for men. The barber shop. There is just something about walking out of a barber shop with a fresh hair cut. You have a fresh step when you walk out to the car. It makes me a little sad that more and more places are popping up where you have to make an appointment and just walking in isn't kosher. Whatever happened to just walking in, sitting down, and waiting your turn. Most places now have a television or magazines so the sitting around and shooting the shit with other men aspect of the barber shop has disappeared, but it's okay. Why not sit around and smell the manly smells of the small building and aftershave?

After all that running around, I came back and took a nap. A massive nap. An hour and a half long. Glorious.