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Sep. 29th, 2013 07:32 pmToday I walked eight miles, because I had someplace I wanted to go but no particular time I wanted to be there. I started in Harvard Square, walked to Wilson Farm (straight shot up Mass Ave, so why the hell not?), and then walked back to Arlington Heights to get the 77 bus back to Harvard Square. I shouldn't have sat down when I got to Arlington Heights, because I sat there for about ten minutes and stiffened right up, and then had to lever my carcass off the bench and onto the bus. And then I stood around waiting for the 66 bus for about ten minutes and did my good deed for the day by giving a confused Chinese man who was at Harvard for an alumni event $2 for bus fare. (He didn't have any change and was either going to miss the bus and wait another 40 minutes if he went to get change, or he was going to get $18 in change on a Charlie Ticket, which wouldn't do him any good. So I gave him $2.) When I got off the bus, I stood around in deep shade for fifteen minutes waiting for the green line, and got cold. Sigh.
I think eight miles of walking almost entitles me to the two cider donuts I inhaled at Wilson Farm. But only almost, because if I start cheating like that, I'll find all sorts of excuses to keep doing it. So the donuts got counted. I think it might be Pasta Day on Wednesday, though. I've got about 20 exercise points to use up on account of all that walking.
What didn't get done today on account of all that walking was a cleaning fit. All I really need to do this instant is vacuum the rugs and Swiffer the floors and sweep up after Snip the Feline Bulldozer, who shoves her head in on one side of the food bowl and shoves the dry food out the other side and then refuses to eat off the floor. But I went walking because I was putting off having the cleaning fit, and now I'm too tired to start. I wish this were a three-day weekend.
Speaking of three-day weekends, I probably should have taken more than three days of vacation between jobs (even though that made it a five-day weekend). Especially since I now have 28 1/2 vacation days saved up, and they max out at 40. At some point before you max out, HR starts sending you gentle reminders to start using vacation days. Apparently I haven't hit that point yet. Unfortunately I also haven't hit three months at the new job yet, and I don't want to take any major vacation until after that. Decisions, decisions...
I think eight miles of walking almost entitles me to the two cider donuts I inhaled at Wilson Farm. But only almost, because if I start cheating like that, I'll find all sorts of excuses to keep doing it. So the donuts got counted. I think it might be Pasta Day on Wednesday, though. I've got about 20 exercise points to use up on account of all that walking.
What didn't get done today on account of all that walking was a cleaning fit. All I really need to do this instant is vacuum the rugs and Swiffer the floors and sweep up after Snip the Feline Bulldozer, who shoves her head in on one side of the food bowl and shoves the dry food out the other side and then refuses to eat off the floor. But I went walking because I was putting off having the cleaning fit, and now I'm too tired to start. I wish this were a three-day weekend.
Speaking of three-day weekends, I probably should have taken more than three days of vacation between jobs (even though that made it a five-day weekend). Especially since I now have 28 1/2 vacation days saved up, and they max out at 40. At some point before you max out, HR starts sending you gentle reminders to start using vacation days. Apparently I haven't hit that point yet. Unfortunately I also haven't hit three months at the new job yet, and I don't want to take any major vacation until after that. Decisions, decisions...
