First line of my first post of each month, with a few exceptions: no filtered posts, nothing that's just gym details or DW/LJ meta, and no quotes. (Last year or the year before, I did this meme, but went through the year Fibonacci-style. Nothing that complicated this time.):
I am back from Montreal, tired and happy and still thinking about plausible ways to deal with there being more cool things to do than energy to do them with.
Comparisons are odious, but sometimes hard not to make: for all I tell myself not to compare, I catch myself being pleased when the person who used the machine before me had it set for a lower weight than I'm going to use.
Sometime in the next few days, I will be flying to London for a funeral&msdash;my mother's husband has maybe a day or two to live—mostly to provide my mother emotional support.
My boss Marilyn came back to work Thursday.
I didn't do much this weekend: went to the Greenmarket last week (breads, apples, asparagus, fish) on Saturday, and made chicken stock for later use today.
I have received my new passport.
I have my new glasses, which![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
adrian_turtle kindly picked up and held for me (the optician is on vacation right now), and I can see better.
I have been a sensible hobbit this evening, and declined a dinner invitation in order to spare my knees (after overdoing things last weekend).
I was going to Boston for the weekend.
Because the perfect is the enemy of the good, I decided to stop fretting about what the perfect PDA-replacement for me would be, and have bought an iPod Touch.
Tomorrow (Tuesday, 2 November) is Election Day in the United States.
I've been doing a bit more cooking today (not as much as I would like, still, but cooking is a piece of day-to-day-life that I can pay strangers to take care of).
I am back from Montreal, tired and happy and still thinking about plausible ways to deal with there being more cool things to do than energy to do them with.
Comparisons are odious, but sometimes hard not to make: for all I tell myself not to compare, I catch myself being pleased when the person who used the machine before me had it set for a lower weight than I'm going to use.
Sometime in the next few days, I will be flying to London for a funeral&msdash;my mother's husband has maybe a day or two to live—mostly to provide my mother emotional support.
My boss Marilyn came back to work Thursday.
I didn't do much this weekend: went to the Greenmarket last week (breads, apples, asparagus, fish) on Saturday, and made chicken stock for later use today.
I have received my new passport.
I have my new glasses, which
adrian_turtle kindly picked up and held for me (the optician is on vacation right now), and I can see better.I have been a sensible hobbit this evening, and declined a dinner invitation in order to spare my knees (after overdoing things last weekend).
I was going to Boston for the weekend.
Because the perfect is the enemy of the good, I decided to stop fretting about what the perfect PDA-replacement for me would be, and have bought an iPod Touch.
Tomorrow (Tuesday, 2 November) is Election Day in the United States.
I've been doing a bit more cooking today (not as much as I would like, still, but cooking is a piece of day-to-day-life that I can pay strangers to take care of).