Well, not much to report.
The persistent stream of house guests is starting to wear away at me. I had planned a series of “alone” days but these were quickly taken up by friends whose plans to stay elsewhere had fallen though. I feel very lucky to have such great people in my life, and I am happy to share my apartment with people. However, I feel like a few days of tranquility are necessary for me to stay sane and to keep up with my food work.
I am trying to dedicate myself to a serious sports routine and I am really enjoying it. Half way through my 45 minute spinning class last night I realized I was giddy (and I was actually the only person smiling in the entire room). I guess the joy comes from the endorphins but I also spend a lot of time reflecting on how lucky I am that my body lets me be active and how much joy I get from being active.
Is that painfully "west coast"?
Speaking of the coast, I am desperate for some outdoor adventures. Concrete jungling doesn't quite cut it.
FRESH AIR... ahhhhhh