I woke up this morning in a warm patch of golden sunlight. I opened my eyes and rolled over. Then I thought “damn, it’s just me.”
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I went running this morning — the first time I’d done such for . . . a while. I usually do it a lot less during the cold winter months, me being the anti-treadmill sort. (I’ve never used one, but I think that I’d feel like a hamster.) But really after the second flu, combined with morning baby-watching (which, praise god, ended a while ago) I just sort of got out of the habit. Thankfully I didn’t gain any weight.
I also confronted the question of “Why do I run?” Some runners say the feeling of freedom. Some say they like good exercise and being outdoors. I like both of those two, but really, my very vain answer to the question of “Why do I run?” Is, simply, to keep the “ex” on the “ex-husky kid.” I go through phases with running, sometimes I really do love the feeling of flying through the woods like a deer, but more often than not, it is simply because I do not want to be fat again. There. I said it. My big secret is out.
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All I have to do to my Shaded Aspen Leaf Sweater are knit my sleeve hems, and weave in my ends. Oh, and block it. That’s it. Of course, now that this sweater is done, I just heard the man on the radio say that tomorrow will be 54 degrees. That’s warm. That’s sort sleeves. That’s sandals if I didn’t live in such close proximity with my mother. (She does have a day job.) I might be able to crack a window for some fresh air and NOT feel like Sadamn Hussien’s rebellious cousin. That, is not weather for a thick winter pullover, with an almost turtleneck. (I can’t wear a real turtle neck, I look like an asshole.)
Well, next winter I’ll be living in Kent, which is a little bit farther north of here — i.e. closer to the snow belt. (Oy Vey.) (As an aside, I was reading this book on choosing the right college with student comments and stuff. One of the students said about Kent State, “There are two seasons in Kent, hot and cold.” You’re telling me.)
It is warm. This doesn’t bode well for me, because well, I’m often warm. Oh well.
Still moving away on the swatch cap. Hoping to get something done on it soon, but the SALS is at that point where I WANT TO BE DONE WITH IT. (Did you hear that? I WANT TO BE DONE WITH IT!!!) I didn’t have a chance to work on it Wednesday night, because my ride to knitting had a cold, so I went to the coffeehouse, but wasn’t able to get a seat. Had a great time anyway though. (It was open mike and my little group of friends had to be told to stop shouting “Free Bird!”)