I baked some salmon in the oven with a merlot jelly and mustard sauce and I had mashed cauliflower. then I had my version of a chocolate shake.
hamstrings are no longer complaining., shoulders are tired, hands and forearms are attempting to scream ( but they have no mouth).
I am not really surprised that I hurt, but I am surprised that things hurt as much as they do...
Hee, Libkitty. I swept the bathroom, and am calling it done.
Now, I'm lying on the hide-a-bed (my apartment is also cold, but I have wood-burning stove! which is in the living room.) watching The Court Jester.
My lungs are still trying to escape.
I have no advice on the creation of pie when a pile of blankets is so appealing
I want a fire.
I'm trying to convince myself that if I bake, the apartment will not only get warmer, it will smell delish. Which is true--but is it enough?
Meanwhile, I think I hate my router.
Baking usually makes me feel warmer.
I am watching Thursday's
Supernatural.
I keep pausing because I find it disturbing.
Did lots of errands today, including hitting the library...audiobooks rule!...getting fit for a new pair of running shoes..the reason for which will be apparent in a sec and carousing around REI. There was a bookstore, a fabric store and some Chinese food wedged in there too, but I digress.
This is sort of cross-posty from Tech.
I need advice on pedometers.
I have committed to walking the Marine Corps Marathon for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society and I am starting my training nowish.
Since my birthday is coming up, I've been offered a pedo-gift but I'm having trouble choosing the best option. The Nike/iPod synergy seemed a good choice until we came home and read the reviews.
It doesn't have to be fancy, but I'd like a clock, distance and pace.
Anyone have experience with good ones?
I am watching Thursday's Supernatural. I keep pausing because I find it disturbing.
And, weirdly, I can't remember whether I watched Thursday's Supernatural, and I find that disturbing. I think I thought it wasn't new? Or I'm completely blanking.
ETA: And I know nothing useful about pedometers.
And I seem to be caught up on SPN. So.
I'm so lame. I actually went out tonight, but I'm SO HAPPY to be home already!
All your Scola are belong to me!!
::ScolaEnvy::
And, weirdly, I can't remember whether I watched Thursday's Supernatural, and I find that disturbing. I think I thought it wasn't new? Or I'm completely blanking.
It was Croatoan repeating. We're in
wanktime hiatus for a while.
All your Scola are belong to me!!
He's got a camera! Shoot Lee! Shoot her quick!