ALNM: 638
exercise: abs, walking

Whoops, too busy to post yesterday. I didn’t spend a whole lot of time at the computer, it seemed. Had a hair appt in the morning, then mailed a story to the UK, came home and ate lunch. My shoulder started hurting, so I sat in the hot tub and read, and Ken came out and did the same, which was pleasant. We went inside because we were starving, and had lime chips and salsa while I cooked enchiladas (frozen, but from Trader Joe’s) and Mexican rice (also pre-made). We watched some TV, and I did a little weaving, and eventually Ken was sprawled on the loveseat reading and I was curled on the sofa reading. I wanted to write, but it just felt like the right time to be with my love, you know? Eclipse snuggled between my thigh and the back of the sofa, and at one point actually sat on my lap (which I don’t think she’s ever done before). The last time she was this clingy was just after the Wine Bottle Explosion Incident during the August 1999 eclipse, when she was two months old. (For a few minutes, instead of being a black-and-white kitten, she was a black-and-red kitten…) I sipped wine, and finished one book, and started another, and it was altogether lovely and pleasant.

I’m in a good mood today, although I can’t quite put my finger on why. Nothing specific has happened; it’s just a good mood kinda day. My hair feels extra-silky because of the appt (plus I no longer have roots the length of the Brooklyn Bridge). It’s a gorgeous day out, sunny but not too hot, and I’ve got windows and doors open, which means I can hear all the windchimes and the chirping birds. It’s hard to be in a bad mood when there are wind chimes.

Ya’ll will note that the exercise log has returned. It’s time to get serious about this again. I did most of the abs tape, until I noticed that my form had gone all wonky. Better to do it right than hurt myself. Then we went for a brisk walk, but Ken wore bad shoes and his feet started hurting, so we cut it short. It felt good, though.

A pleasant evening. Ken went off to our friend and tax person to pick up our revised return (thanks to buying a house and such, we’ll getting a nice, much-needed, hefty cheque), and I watched Girls Just Wanna Have Fun (80s movie, a bad cross between Footloose, Ferris Bueller, and Dirty Dancing) while doing the filing. Then we watched South Park, and Angel (which I’d taped). And now we’re off to bed.