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In order to get to and from work, I get to pass by a section of our friendly neighborhood international airport. The part I get to go by is the very end of the runway, so it's practically become a goal of mine to time it just right so that I'm right under a plane when it's either landing or taking off. Sounds strange, yes? Sure does to me, but I get a little thrill out of the giant flying machines. It's also disconcerting and exciting to see one of those big jumbos coming right for you and knowing that it's not going to hit, but ohmigodwhatifitdoes?! I was bitten by the flying bug last year when we went to Florida for a long weekend (looking back, hindsight being what it is and all, who goes to Florida for a long weekend?? Us, apparently). I've flown exactly 3 times in my life: the first trip to Florida when I was eight, when I went to Spain my junior year of high school (which I should talk about here one day), and last year. I'm getting anxious to fly again, maybe because one year ago to the day MB and I were preparing to head south.
So today effectively squashes my vacation. I'd like to say I got more done this week house-wise, but it'd be a damn dirty lie. It has been relaxing, however, to just sit around and not have to do anything too strenuous. I did up the number of reps with my free weights, my puny lil' five pounders which seem rather anemic next to MB's forty pounders. I'm starting to notice results in my right arm, it being my dominant one. I flex and there's a puny little bump of a muscle. My left arm, while feeling stronger, still looks like limp spaghetti. Other than the walking I did way back when (back around Season 1 or 2, don't make me look it up), this is the most I've kept up anything exercise-related.
I think I need to start grading tonight, as I've put off grading the Compare/Contrast essays long enough. I'll do my smaller class first and I'll tackle the big class over Saturday/Sunday* and part of Monday if I need to.
* Sunday's Easter. For once, I really don't give a flip. Mom C asked me up for church. Being 40 minutes away now, that means I'd have to get up at 7 to be on the road for 8 to be at church for 9. Not bloody likely! So we're doing brunch. That'll give me time to just sit and be for ten seconds before I have to go get in an extra dose of Mom C for the week. I know MB wants to go see her tomorrow and I think I'll bow out. Three days of his mother, two of them in a row, is a little more than I'm game for right now.
Speaking of MB, he was kind enough to wake me up at 8:30 this morning to ask me if I wanted to join him and some of his co-workers for lunch this afternoon. I was coming off a dream in which I was having a major poutfest over not being able to get my coffee Coolata from DD, so when he quietly (because he's at work, you see, and talks like a secret agent) asked if I wanted to join the state boys at the named destination, I was thoroughly confused and thought he was referring to the person with whom Mom C dealt when she bought her truck three years ago. Clearly my brain was not functioning.
Not ready to go back to work just yet,
Thanks for reading,
Ter
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