I’d be happy to tell you myself.

Oh, updates and such. Hi!

So here’s my room now. I have to wash the walls and paint, but first I must choose paint. And before that, I have to figure out my lumber needs for my adirondack chairs from the cut list that came with those fancy-pants plans Scotty found me. But every time I even start to think about that, I remember that my last brush with math was like 12 years ago, round about high school. Therefore, Home Depot must wait just a little longer.

Because the room is the size of the bed with a small surrounding margin, lots of shifting was involved with the de-wallpapering effort. I wanted to scream every time I tried to move that tall shelf in the corner, and couldn’t figure out why it was so damn heavy. Once I finally got it wedged into its current spot, I realized that maybe it had something to do with the 60lbs in free weights on the shelf. Hmm.

So when the cops came a-callin’ the other day, they got to witness the wallpaper-shred mess. The older one peered in and said, “Um, did the cat get loose in here?” Dude, if I was in possession of a cat that could strip wallpaper from entire rooms, do you think I’d not have sold it for vast profit long ago? Hello.

Now that it’s nice outside on a regular basis, much walking is underway. I did Lake Calhoun yesterday and we took G to Lake of the Isles today. It took a full hour to walk 2 miles, but people dig puppies, and wish to treat them like local celebrities. It’s cool. Also, he’s no damn good at walking yet and likes to make like he’s your own personal mobile obstacle course, but if you run with him, he can manage.

Besides the walking, I’ve finally accepted that I’ve gotten too good at the crosstrainers and need to vary my workout. So today I was a cyclist, even though somehow it feels like cheating when you’re sitting down. It was fine, but way less effective than the other machine, which is why I started doing that in the first place. Maximum efficiency! I spend waaaay too much time thinking about stuff like that. So I’m working on fitness zen. It’s not as easy as it sounds.

In other news, I’ve become a little disenchanted with the internet of late. I know it’s my choice to tell everyone all the mundane details of my life done up all sensational-like, and I realize there are tradeoffs. It’s like that telephone game in elementary school, where one person whispers a sentence to the next and so on down the line, until the output is something not dark and evil, but really fucking stupid. Someone should consider doing a case study on the viral nature of unhappiness on the web, because I think it may be about 500% higher than in the rest of human interaction.

Anyway, Stephanie and I have a double-date with Luc