I really should be cleaning.

So here's a movie that reinforces my belief that if you've found the man you want to be close to in a nakedly loving way forEVER, you make him cookies and he will fall in love with you.



We're watching that right now.

Also on my mind: one of the times my hockey-lovin' friend and I left the nest, we landed here, which houses a fabulous macaroni and cheese (which I was supposed to cook for him homemade, but somehow we kept not getting around to it). Fortunately for my skinny jeans, there is no such restaurant in my neighborhood. He checked for me, as I was suffering for a bowlful of noodles today.

And, finally, I've been thinking about this all day, because my body/mind/spirit loves it and it loves me. It's been a while since I've practiced, and I want to do it on a daily basis. However, the only open block of time I could manage it is around 5:30 in the morning, a time of day which my body does not abide physical activity outside of the bed. I'm not sure how to reconcile this conundrum. Somewhere, my SSLP, who has become an incredibly skilled practitioner in an unbelievably short amount of time, is holding her head and hollering - Just do it, you p****. Sleep is for when you're dead!

And that is one of the many reasons I love her. She encourages me to kick the shit out of my comfort zones.