I have some more dreamwidth codes if anyone who's interested hasn't gotten one yet.

Thanks guys!

Interestingly, the YMCAs in this area are more expensive than the shmancy gyms, but I'll look into the financial assistance option.

Steph, the rec centers are generally well run, but they are far flung from my neighborhood and are, weirdly, non-Metro accessible. Which just doesn't make sense to my no-car-having self.

I must sheepishly admit that there is a natatorium directly across the street from my house. And it's free. My resistance is that I swam competitively in high school and just the smell of chlorine makes me a) tired and b) break out in ear infections.

Still, I do have a suit that fits and some goggles (I think). The goal is more important now than the enjoyment of achieving it, I suppose.

Plus, I just made arrangements with a fast walking neighbor to hit the street early in the morning...double bonus dog walk and exercise. The only downside is that I ed up playing rolling therapist.

Still! The goal. It's all about the goal.

My cats conspired to make me sleep in. It happens when all three are piled on the bed, curled up on/next to me...

On a totally other note, plushies reach cuteoverload.

Have you been posting Kissenger/Brezhnev slash in your sleep?

Ha! I wish. The deep shame of my iPhone is that it mainly writes Dark Angel, and most of that's practically gen.

Okay, it did once write SPN/Golden Girls (Dean/Blanche), but really? It's WAY less kinky than my last phone. As some people here who get those texts can attest.

I think I broke my electric drill. I used the largest drill bit for the garbage bin, and now it won't constrict for the smaller bits so I can put up the curtain rods. Grrr.

bagel: fixed it! With a flathead screwdriver.

So I am the subject of neighborhood drama! My lawn was unmowed because of my back and Billy, my next door neighbor was going to mow my front lawn for me. But the creepy/slow neighbor guy had his father come over and tell Billy that I had said that I wanted to do it my self and that Billy should leave it alone.

I haven't spoken to creepy/slow guy since the night he thought me leaving the door open meant a home invasion, so he is totally making shit up. WTF?

Ew, creepy, Sue.

Go Juliebird with your mad power- and hand-tool skills!

I just finished planting a meadow sage in my side garden and some pineapple mint in my front porch strawberry pot. I also have black-and-blue sage and lip-stick sage in the side garden. Each looks very unlike the other--it's hard to imagine they're all salvias.