Next time, snazzy shoes

Quote du jour:


This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap; the being a force of nature instead of a feverish little clod of ailments and grievances, complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.


- George Bernard Shaw





Goal of the month: Still going strong with the vegetarian stuff. Oddly enough, I don't miss what I'm not eating. Doesn't seem to be slowing down the exercise either. (Dear Lord, please don't let that become one of the self-fulfilling prophecies.)



Imaginary Internet People & Fun

Another goal that I haven't blogged much about is the goal to get out, to stop being such a home-bound hermit. Thanks to Julie and Glynis, I got to fraternize with Imaginary Internet Friends. It was great fun. Talked for hours, and the time went by quickly.

The only thing is... next time, I'm wearing snazzier shoes.

Guess which shoe is mine?

The perils that lurk in the heart of a restaurant salad

Doesn't the name Apple Cranberry Chicken Salad sound good? Healthy?

When I met up with the I.I.F.s at a restaurant, I thought I'd just order a vegetarian salad. Would you believe they didn't have one? It wasn't a big deal for me to remove the chicken, though I was surprised that the salad didn't just include chicken; chicken took up about half the salad, six or seven ounces. (In which case it should qualify as a Chicken Apple Cranberry salad, but I digress.)

What caught me by surprise were the glazed pecans. I always thought of a glaze as something that was found on the surface, but these nuts had been saturated in butter and brown sugar to the point where the plain nut had been turned into pure candy. I'd worry about a diabetic eating this salad.

Exercise du jour: 2.5 miles jogging. Slightly less mileage this time, so perchance will be a slightly faster pace? The goal is to slug-jog fast enough that I could actually pass a little old lady with a walker.
Well, sorta. The jury's out on whether this deserves a star or not. No, I didn't jog. It was too cold, and I knew what would happen if I tried. I did, however, walk 4 miles instead. So maybe I should put up half a star.

Photo of paragliding in Slovakia courtesy of lietac.

Top 10 things to do at 3 a.m.

1. Stare at the ceiling fan going round and round in its pointless existence. Try to avoid thinking of any parallels with your life.
2. Whine on your blog.
3. Watch the raindrops running down the window.
5. Take deep breaths until this becomes actively irritating.
4. Learn to list things in order.
6. Surf the internet until this becomes intensely annoying.
7. Think of all the things you didn't get done today and therefore need to get done tomorrow.
8. Get cold, go back to bed, get restless, get back up. Repeat.
9. Ask yourself a lot of "Why" questions to which there really aren't any answers or at least not any good answers so it's fairly pointless.
10. Listen to an audiobook that a kind friend has shared with you. (Thank you, McB!)






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Maybe exercise will help. 50 minutes jog/run 3/2.

Thanks Keziah!