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July 17, 2007

What a Day What a Day What a Day

I spent the morning doing the high school mask-making workshop thing. Which was fun. They're good kids, and they've got some fantastic talents.

And did I mention that I walked to school? It's not quite two miles from our house to the building class was in. I was nervous about being late, so instead I opted to be 25 minutes early. Which meant that I did a whole bunch of writing about what I wanted to do with one of my new preps this coming semester.

After mask class, I walked to the local Co-op, which really rocks now that they're in their new building. I think it's been almost 2 years now since they moved in. They now have a killer deli counter. I got lunch. Broccoli, sharp cheddar and carmelized onion quiche & antipasto salad. It was very good, once I picked out the pepperocinis.

Then back to campus, where I spent the afternoon working on the new couch in my new, almost finished office. Things it still needs: pictures hung, telephone, internet access. Though I got so much done in there without the net to distract me. I'm almost tempted to forego the access in exchange for getting shit done. (At some point, I will remember to take a camera so I can post a picture.)

At 4:35 or so, my brain stopped working. Fortunately, I had quite a bit of stuff done by then, prepping for classes, so I felt justified in taking a break and playing Minesweeper until Dave called at 5:15 to say he was out of rehearsal. (His play Interment opens on Thursday. Yay!) We met at the nearest logical spot and had dinner together before walking home.

By my best estimate, I walked about five miles today, at a good pace. But I told myself if I did that, I wouldn't have to go to the gym or to feel bad about not going. Tomorrow, on the other hand, it's back on the treadmill for me. You know, something about this must be working. My hands, feet and ankles are all looking thinner.

And then I took the rest of the evening off. Because I couldn't think any more. I am tahrd. Taaaay-hrd. I keep having to stop typing while I yawn.

Posted by sally at July 17, 2007 10:05 PM

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