Today is February 22nd! Winter isn’t endless.

I’m in the glider listening to “Yankee Hotel Foxtrot” while N does…something…in the kitchen. M, T, and S are off sledding with friends. The day is bright and sunny if a bit cold.

So I haven’t written since Wednesday, eh? What have I done? Thursday was a full-on teaching day and Friday was all meetings with a visit to both Whole Foods and Trader Joe’s slipped in between meetings. Friday night I fell asleep by eight. Yesterday I worked out hard in the early morning then…what the hell did I do? The boys sealed off the windows in the Wii room to create a movie theatre for the 2PM showing of “High School Musical 3”. Maura and I watched some of “Zach and Miri Make a Porno” but I bagged out early to read. This morning I hit Costco and Pick and Save (someone needs to program those stupid ass self-check out systems to work with paper bags). The boys are off computer because they fought all fucking morning. I spent an hour with Murakami this afternoon.

I think I might start taking one day off a week, probably Sundays, from working out. Or maybe I’ll just lift on Sundays and skip the cardio. That might work. I was thinking this morning that I’m getting too obsessive with the working out thing. In fact, and this is horribly disappointing, I think I may have fucked up my metabolism by working out too much and eating too little. What the hell? I love to eat. Anyway, I’ve felt weak off and on over the last couple of months, and since that’s counterproductive to the, uh, whole health thing, I’ll try the Sundays off thing and see where it takes me. The number on the scale is swinging all over the place for reasons I can’t quite understand. The number will swing seven, eight pounds over the course of twenty-four hours depending on cardio, weightlifting, etc. And I’m worrying too much about the implications. So maybe I need to pull back a little. What can I learn from this? Maybe I’m too obsessive in general. Maybe I push too hard. Maybe I can learn to breathe and relax. This is growth. I don’t always see the evolution, but the evolution is present.

I’m not going backwards.

Two of the neighborhood girls just dropped off this year’s girl scout cookie shipment. I haven’t eaten the entire box already. Now that’s progress.

Tomorrow I’m in meetings or teaching between 9AM and 4PM. I already feel a bit suffocated by the schedule. Maybe I’ll take Tuesday off and check out the new exhibits at MAM. I could use a day in the art museum.

Have a good Sunday. I’ll probably prepare simple pasta, make tomorrow’s lunch, lay out my clothes work both work and the gym, and maybe burn a few discs for friends. Sunday nights are sacred, I tell you. Sacred.