As ever (lately), I'm totally uninterested in recording anything of note. Which is not to say that I'm totally uninterested in myself (of course) or in writing or in anything - I am. Let's just say I'm on a bit of a hiatus. This hiatus extends to all my other journals (of which there are very many).
It's not that I feel stymied - I just feel like I'm waiting for a bit.
In sum: back to my desk job full time starting today, not teaching anymore, not doing my radio show - all of which means I get an hour for lunch for the first time ever. An entire hour. I believe this is yet another step on the road to adulthood, but what in the world do you do for an hour? Read a book? Take a nap?
My running has gone way down this month but my ankle still hurts. Nothing to do about it, though, because I start running again this week - this is the start of the new running season, an x-ray-free running season I hope (but we'll see about that).
I would like to do another large bicycle ride next year, and I'm interested in running an ultra (but am still uninterested in the marathon). I'd like to retire but realize that is likely unfeasible at this time. I think I might need to travel again, and I do have plane tickets to California in February but that will probably only make it worse.
I got an accordion, I have houseplants again, I'm thinking about buying decaf coffee beans so I can drink coffee in the evenings.
I haven't gotten a cat but I did get trapped under one last week so I don't owe any of you any money at all.
Other than that, I'm not in the mood for reflecting. All predictions about this year have turned out to be true (except getting a cat).
С праздником!
