A day full of small victories

I had a day at work that was not too stressful. If I had a few more like this I might not have given notice on Friday.

Nothing earthshaking today, but I managed to balance my email and my productivity at work, not feeling I’d fallen behind in either regard. I finally implemented the digest feature on a mailing list I administer and a few people have already resubscribed with the digest.


I made oatmeal for the very first time this morning. Tasty!

Also discovered how much brown sugar one has to put in to "real" oatmeal in order for it to taste like the instant stuff I grew up with. Scary. Really disturbing. Probably 8-10 teaspoons for one-half a cup of oatmeal (dry measurement, of course). That's up to 150 empty calories to make it like it tasted when I was a kid.

Needless to say, I won't be loading my oatmeal with that much sugar again. Nonetheless, yummy!

four 7.5-minute miles!

So much for that goal.

I like my goals to be all-day suckers, but this time I hit my goal the very next time I got on the treadmill. Hammerhead says this is OK because so much of running is mental, but I really thought that I had picked an ambitious enough goal so that I work on it for a while.

On the other hand, it is kind of nice to hit my goals, and it is a nice little ego boost that I can run four seven-and-a-half minute miles. I actually hit four miles at 29:47, so I very slightly beat seven-and-a-half.

3 miles, 24 minutes

Inspired by Hammerhead's example, I've started incrementing the time I've been running on the treadmill up from 25 minutes to 30. I ran 35 minutes a few days ago, but I don't like to do more than 30 at the gym when it's crowded and there are people waiting to get on the machines.

My first goal was to hit 3 miles in 25 minutes, and I achieved that goal a couple weeks ago. Yesterday I made my second goal, which was 3 miles in 24 minutes. Three eight-minute miles. Hooray!

It's so easy to hate my job

What can I say about it? I don’t actually hate it, but I’m very anxious to leave. It’s been frustrating and it doesn’t pay particularly well, and I’m ready to move on.

I haven’t written here in a while because the last time I wrote, my computer crashed and I lost the whole entry. That discouraged me. I suppose it’s my own fault for not installing the software and always posting from the Web, but it was discouraging anyway.

Exhausted at 10:30AM

I had forgotten how much more tiring working is than staying at home and puttering around. I haven’t even been here for two hours and I’m beat. Ready to call it a day. Not ready for lunch, mind you. Ready to go home and take a nap.

My body is still tapping a lot of my energy to heal, I guess. That’s a good thing. But i keep on forgetting things and I’m moving at about half speed. It’s a damn good thing it’s Friday.

I can breathe! (sort of)

The packing is out of one side of my nose. It did feel a bit like having my brains pulled out my nose, but it was over pretty fast. The bandages and outer brace are still on my nose, and I still have my nose in a sling to keep the blood from seeping all over. Sorry if that’s more detail than you wanted. Bottom line is that my nose is still kinda full of… ahem… humors. Should clear up pretty quick.

Surgery must not be so bad

I mean, it seems like all I can complain about is a months-dead relationship. I must be doing pretty well. Of course, I’m looking forward to being able to breathe through my nose again. The spitting blood hasn’t been very fun either.

So take from my general grumpiness that I must be doing pretty well after my surgery.

I Miss the Stars

Tom, a friend I am sadly estranged from, has described a deep spiritual connection to this place. I’ve never been here before, but I’m not sure that I can say I’ve been here now. It’s nighttime and Matt is driving. Road tripping is great fun, but I can’t say I’ve seen much of the lake or the mountain.


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