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Apr. 30th, 2018 06:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesI crammed the weekend into yesterday on account of spending Saturday in Franklin. It isn't every day that your last living grandparent turns 96. (She's the origin of the idea that "aging ain't for sissies." She's getting annoyed because she says she can't see and she can't hear, and she has to walk with a walker on account of having a hip replaced two years ago. But she's still going, one day at a time.) So we hung around and had lunch.
Whatever was blooming in Franklin annoyed the living daylights out of my sinuses, to the point where I almost stayed home today because the inside of my head felt like it had been sandpapered. But I had interviews for unfortunate souls who want to be my new assistant this morning, so I took some Advil and went to work, and interviewed one candidate I like and one who would probably be perfectly fine except I like the other one better.
It seems my watch stopped on Saturday. I failed to notice until this morning, despite having worn the watch yesterday. I was busy walking to Trader Joe's and back around the Harvard Ave loop, and then walking to the T and then the pet store and back for kitty litter, and then walking to Whole Foods and back for soup noodles. I think I walked about five miles yesterday, altogether.
Tonight I walked all the way home on the 65 bus route. It wasn't worth getting on the bus just to get off it in Brookline Village, so I walked to the jeweler to get my watch repaired. Then I looked at the app to find out when the next bus was, and it said seven minutes. I didn't feel like standing in the rain for seven minutes (or dealing with a sardine can after seven minutes), so I started walking. The bus finally caught up with me half an hour later at Corey Road and passed me at Euston Road. I'm calling it a tie at Monastery Road just to salve my wounded pride because I never EVER manage to beat a bus to there. It left just as I got there. So I walked two and a half miles tonight, but I don't know how long it took me because my watch didn't work for the first bit of it.
I think that might be my new walk home, actually. I quit walking home because I got tired of the route I had been taking. And I've proved that it's faster to walk from work to Route 9 than it is to take the bus there. And exercise is good for you.
Whatever was blooming in Franklin annoyed the living daylights out of my sinuses, to the point where I almost stayed home today because the inside of my head felt like it had been sandpapered. But I had interviews for unfortunate souls who want to be my new assistant this morning, so I took some Advil and went to work, and interviewed one candidate I like and one who would probably be perfectly fine except I like the other one better.
It seems my watch stopped on Saturday. I failed to notice until this morning, despite having worn the watch yesterday. I was busy walking to Trader Joe's and back around the Harvard Ave loop, and then walking to the T and then the pet store and back for kitty litter, and then walking to Whole Foods and back for soup noodles. I think I walked about five miles yesterday, altogether.
Tonight I walked all the way home on the 65 bus route. It wasn't worth getting on the bus just to get off it in Brookline Village, so I walked to the jeweler to get my watch repaired. Then I looked at the app to find out when the next bus was, and it said seven minutes. I didn't feel like standing in the rain for seven minutes (or dealing with a sardine can after seven minutes), so I started walking. The bus finally caught up with me half an hour later at Corey Road and passed me at Euston Road. I'm calling it a tie at Monastery Road just to salve my wounded pride because I never EVER manage to beat a bus to there. It left just as I got there. So I walked two and a half miles tonight, but I don't know how long it took me because my watch didn't work for the first bit of it.
I think that might be my new walk home, actually. I quit walking home because I got tired of the route I had been taking. And I've proved that it's faster to walk from work to Route 9 than it is to take the bus there. And exercise is good for you.
