At one point in my mental illness career, I was a walking man. I constantly walked. The only way I could watch a movie or watch TV was to pace the floor in front of it. I miss that. I wanted to just walk my neighborhood today, but am afraid I will get to feeling unwell. I would hate to have one of my "episodes" away from home. I think I am off to pace the floor of my home. Back and forth. In my computer room and then into the den. I know it looks crazy, but I am the only one home. I feel I need this activity. I feel so slovenly. I need to feel like I am doing something good -- purposeful.