I didn't have any bread, which is a real bummer to me when it comes to breakfast. I made a ham-onion-cheddar omelet, and suffered through it without toast.
This entry from today's PostSecrets made me think of the three voicemail messages I have saved of my aunt who passed away in February of 2010, and which I only partially listen to every time they expire and I re-save them in order to keep them from being deleted.
I spent 3.5 hours working on the minutes I took at our Manbites Dog Theater 25th anniversary celebration planning meeting last Sunday. The recording is just under 120 minutes long, and I got to the 37-minute mark. It takes time to cull out the net of what people say. Especially dramatic, theater people.
I got to the gym within an hour of closing, where I did 300 ab crunches, followed by an upper body workout. My nemesis was there, but he was on the elliptical machine and he was actually exercising today for a brief period!
Back in the upper body machines area, a guy was there with his girlfriend, and he was doing all this grunting and groaning, presumably to impress her. It's times like that that I wish the customers were able to sound the lunk alarm. Nobody wants to hear your grunting.
I stopped by the grocery store on the way home, with my main purpose being to buy the ingredients for a cake that I'm making to take to our second "Saloniversary" tomorrow night at Anna's.
It's been forever since I've made it, and it was just as involved and messy as I remember. Aside: Keep in mind that, to me, cooking qualifies as "involved" if it takes more than sticking it in the microwave or heating it for a few minutes in the toaster oven.
In addition to shopping and baking this evening, I had an instant message conversation with Robert, made several Scrabble moves, and devised Friday's, Saturday's, and this blog entry.
I really wanted to devise our ASB team's blog entry for our retreat a week ago yesterday, but I didn't get to it. I won't be able to do it now until Tuesday, and I also want to finish those Manbites Dog notes then, too. And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.