I'm at the dining room table, listening to Andrew Bird's Useless Creatures, the humidifer pumping out wet air and the house blissfully free of noise. M, who gets bored inside easily, took the boys to the coffee shop for books and board games. Knock yourself out. I take them to the coffee shop often, too. My kids are growing up in coffee shops.

I'm tired after seven straight cardio days, all high-intensity Y days, along with three upper body weight sessions and the usual bike crunches. I timed the last few days around tomorrow. In the morning I'll rise, decide whether or not to do weights, and either way be out the door by 6:30 at the latest, possibly earlier. I hope to get much done before a 9AM meeting. Then I can maybe stay all day, hit Trader Joe's on the way home, and feel set for the week.

What else is going on? Let's see...I'm reading...what the hell is it called...Melancholy of Resistance. Thank you, medication, for knocking relatively unimportant facts out of my short-term memory. The novel's good but slow-going. I'm maybe ninety pages into the text and sometimes fall asleep after reading just a few more. The insomnia and exhaustion play a role, I think. The intense dreams don't stop. They're not always nightmares, but they're intense. Last night I fell asleep around 8 and slept until 6:30. I don't think I even rose to pee. Whatever you need, physical form. I'm with you. Yesterday the sun was bright, too, and I took off my shirt and basked in the bright rays upstairs. The sun has never been my thing but I'm learning to appreciate the power of light.

Ok, let's put some order to this post. I worked both Thursday and Friday, got a lot done, the office is all set up except for wall hangings, and took the evenings easy. N and I read next to each other at night. He's becoming a voracious reader. Lately he's way into tall tales, e.g. Paul Bunyan, because of a series of graphic novels from the library. Yesterday morning I hit Stein's for cacti. I'm fascinated by cacti. The self-control associated with leaving them waterless attracts me. I just ordered a couple cacti care books from the library. I wonder if they're short books. How much can you say? “Don't water them! Leave them alone!” We'll see. Cacti pics to follow. Then S and I worked out in the afternoon while watching the Seahawks trounce the Saints. The Saints bug me, and although Pete Carroll bugs me too, I was ok with the Seahawks win. Last night I read and fell asleep early while the kids watched Despicable Me. You know, this post is making me sound like I'm never with the kids, totally not true. We're together a lot. Just to make that clear.

What else? I saw the crazyass Executive Koala on Thursday:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=09SAiBiD0ak

The movie was fun, much more fun than I expected, even if a little gory. Tonight I'm making cookies since all the basement people are moving into their offices in the morning. 2:23PM. Feels later. Have a good rest of the weekend.