Staring up at that sign – pretty much the only time hearts swell for a petroleum company. Just thinking about our World Series win last week. Still feeling warm and fuzzy.
I like the stillness of this Thursday night. No different from most other Thursday nights, except:
I went for a manicure. My nails are pink, shiny, and girly. I’m not really a pink, shiny, or girly person, but I’m all over this shimmery business today.
I picked up my race packet for my half marathon on Sunday. This is my first half marathon. Not counting last weekend when I ran a 10 mile race, and then ran an extra 3.1 because I had badly coordinated with my ride home. And also, I got locked out of the house, so I paced the block several times to keep warm until I realized that I could break in and solve my own problem.
A stranger casually mentioned to me how he had found a Jawbone (step-tracking bracelet) on the ground at an establishment and taken it home without bothering to turn it in. Made me cringe. He then proceeded to animatedly tell me how much he loved the device. It’s still stealing, dude. (But yes, I love mine too.) Also made me curious as to whether or not these self trackers can be remotely shut off.
I spent a few hours looking through old photographs. So many of them made me smile. Old friends, summer meals, weekend trips, dogs now in heaven (I’m more sold on dog heaven than I am people heaven. Something about that excessive tail wagging that makes me think that if there is an afterlife, it’s inhabited by puppies.)
I turned down a sample at Trader Joe’s. Because technically I was there yesterday and they had the same sample, and thus it felt like I’d be taking seconds. And even though they let you do it, taking seconds at Trader Joe’s seems morally wrong.
I wasted several brain-stabbing minutes reading the interview on Eater with the asshat editor at Time – yes, that’d be the editor who put together the “Gods of Cooking” piece and neglected to include any women…Which, in itself, I mean, whatever. I grumbled. The interview though… yeah, wow, champion of asshattery. Here’s the link, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.
And now, to bed with a book!
