Yesterday's Over
Yesterday kicked my ass. My body is not used to such things like exercise. I took the long way home yesterday, which pushed my total mileage well over 3 for the day. I took pictures of pretty houses with my phone. If I can figure it out, I'll post them to flckr, at some point. The next time I walk to work, I'll take pictures of the contrasting route.
In return for the punishment of exercise, my body revolted last night, and decided that a bottle of wine was too much wine. As a result, I'm feeling a little bit like hammered shit this morning.
It was a long day yesterday; in addition to walking to and from work, I also went to the grocery store. In the car, to an actual grocery store, and not the little market across the street (mostly, because it isn't across the street any more). I also spent some time in the back yard, reading. And then. THEN. I met Blocker at the Artist Bar to play trivia (we won). That's where I killed the bottle of wine (fruit of the vine). We also saw s00zi, who was playing cards (and trivia).
I went home around 10, took a shower, and crashed.
I don't normally have this amount of activity on a weeknight.




















This is probably what I miss most about CDale: being forced (and being able) to walk everywhere. The first week or two always kicked my but, but it felt great.