My e-mail is still broken. My ISP says it's the phone line. Verizon promised to come Monday but they still haven't shown up and I'm busier than usual and getting to the point where I Just. Don't. Care. I'm nearly ready to publish my phone number. If you want to know what's going on with me, give me a call!
I'm continuing my five-mile-a-day walking and continuing to see the number on the bathroom scale climb. Two more pounds Monday. TWO! I swear to you on my mother's grave that I'm not overeating and that I'm really exerting myself on these walks. I come home drenched in sweat. I take an Aleve morning and night to ward off muscle aches and pains. Remind me again why I'm doing this?
The bright spot in my life these days is my garden. I decided it's never too late to start a compost pile. Mowing the lawn has turned into mowing with a purpose: I raked four wheelbarrows full of grass clippings. As my dad says, cow manure started out as grass clippings, so it's the best "green" to use in a compost pile.
The other bright spot is that in three days I'll be heading south to visit my dad. I can turn this computer off and hope it magically fixes itself while I'm gone. I can take advantage of his high-speed access to look at YouTube videos and live streaming broadcasts and slow-loading flickr accounts. Be still my heart. Heh.
Time to walk … we've had some lovely cool weather lately, but both temperatures and humidity are creeping back up to summertime normals, so the earlier I get out there, the better I'll feel when I'm done.