Well, today is my fiancee's birthday. She is mumblety-mumble years old. She is out of town for the day for work, so I called her at home, singing her "Happy Birthday" in the Marilyn Monroe way. She didn't pick up, so I am guessing she'd already left. Probably thinks that I forgot her birthday. How could I forget?
We postponed our wedding earlier this year. It was to have been in October of 2007, but circumstances (mostly beyond our control) got in the way.
I took the bus this morning. I enjoy taking the bus from my place because it means not having to drive for a day, fighting traffic. As it is, when I drive, I drop Patricia off at her work, and drive several blocks south to the parking place we use, before turning around and walking north even more blocks (going past where Patricia works) to my place of work.
After work, I'll go to the gym, and then go home. I don't go to the gym nearly enough these days. Just 3 years ago, I would go an average of 3 times a week. Now, it's maybe once a week, but more like once fortnightly. I can blame all kinds of external factors, but there comes a time when a person has to step up to the plate and take responsibility for one's actions, or lack of actions. I could be going more often, and don't. Perhaps by posting my problem here, I can motivate myself to go to the gym a little more often.
I have to admit that if Patricia went to the gym more often I would, too. When she doesn't go, and I do, she either has to wait around until I'm finished, or arrange another way to get home.
But I have to work out more. Canada Post is threatening to give me my own postal code, you see, so it is a face-saving gesture if nothing else.
Say, folks, do reply to these postings. It is nice to know that there are some people reading this stuff.