The Continuing Saga of Me

[copied from dland]

I toddled off to the gym this morning for a 9:15 appointment with the trainer. Early, as usual, so I stopped into the CVS next door to pick up a couple of things, and ran into a colleague who retired last year and who, of course, looked fabulous. I don't know if I've mentioned this guy before, but when he retired he decided to pursue his lifelong dream and he started pounding the pavement, as they say, auditioning in New York for whatever he could find, and now, he told me, he does a lot of Law and Order episodes. He has no lines, you understand, has never had one and doesn't expect ever to get one, but they use him as a background extra regularly. Cool, eh?

So there I was at the gym, and the trainer set up a whole routine for me on the weight machines, and one thing with lifting dumbbells, and a couple of floor exercises. She also showed me two of the aerobic machines that I can do at my own pace to warm up and cool down. My plan is to go do this twice a week, plus yoga on Saturday mornings; she also pointed out a Pilates class -- I really have no idea what Pilates is -- that she thinks I can do, and that's on Monday evenings, at 6:00, I believe. Which turns out to be a good time for me, as K will be in an evening class on Mondays, so I won't have to provide any kind of dinner for her that night. (I assume she'll eat on campus, since she'll be there on Mondays from 10 am until 8 pm.)

And then I had a nice massage. Not the best ever, but far from the worst ever, so that was okay. I did feel very good afterwards, so I guess it was okay, and the masseuse was very nice.

The Sibs and I went out for lunch and an intense make-up discussion, since she's converted me to this make-up she's been using, and really, we were like teenagers comparing what we use, and how to put it on, and so forth. We did everything but giggle; it was fun. Turns out she's gotten most of her stuff on QVC, so I went to their website when I got home and ordered another item. Okay, two, but they were good deals, really. What can I say. I have mental problems.

My plan for tomorrow is to hit the mall when it opens and return a couple of things to Macy's. (The MIL gives gift receipts with everything now, fortunately.) I was also going to return something to Penny's, a sweatshirt she got for the Hubs, but I just looked at it and I like it, so I'm keeping it for me. He'd already told me to return and keep the money, or donate the shirt, or whatever, he doesn't care, so I might as well get some use out of it, a nice, cuddly, gray Nike sweatshirt. One less errand for me tomorrow.

I turns out I have a cold after all, which is pretty close on the tail of the last one, less than a month ago, but so far it's not that bad. I'm not coughing or headachy or feverish, I'm just stuffed up and sneezing a lot. It wakes me up a lot at night, too, but what else is new; something would be waking me up if not a cold.

Okay, off to post and juggle the cars in the driveway before the Hubs gets home.


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