We would strongly recommend checking out “Supersize Me” if you have not already. It will shift your mentality on food. Well, fast food. We skated on down to the theater last night, despite the threat of rain. It didn’t. And considering the nature of the beast — and the fact we were trying to be health-conscious with a generous slice of cheesecake in our bellies — we skipped the popcorn. Even so, I’m really quite thirsty these days. The city has a way of dropping people and things out of it’s sheltered cracks: case in point… Skating home we were followed by two bicyclists. And I emphasize the distinction between what you think and what I think. I noted to Karin that their aura projected a feeling of Dutch-ness, reminding me gently more of two commuters from the Polder than of local fitness geeks. She didn’t see it, but then, why should she? I’m sore now. My shoulder aches. I think I need to stretch more. Good advice. Stretch. I re-potted some baby tears last weekend. The pot in my office is almost out of control. It’s wonderful. I need more plants here, though. It’s so barren sometimes. |
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