Wednesday
Here it is, Hump Day. Rained all night last night into this morning. Gia crawled into bed with us at some point. We woke up and she was standing outside the half-closed bedroom door, so we told her she could come in. She was half asleep. Silently, she came in, crawled up next to me and went to sleep. It wasn’t too hot, but it was kind of sticky, which didn’t make for a restful night of sleep for us. This all bled into a hellish commute in bumper-to-bumper traffic pretty much the whole way.
It’ll be a short week at least. Family coming in over the Fourth of July. I’m looking forward to a nice, long, extended weekend with lots of laughing, great food, and, of course, the wine. I’ll be raiding Fairway tomorrow for sure.
I’m feeling like I haven’t spent enough time with Gia in particular. She had a rough one last night, which is probably why she got lonely. I usually spend more time with her when I get home, before putting her to bed. I realize she needs not to be overly dependent on this routine, but it’s difficult to pull myself away. I miss her, and the more she develops her communication skills, the worse it’s getting. I can hear my friend at work laughing at me right now. I’m just a big sucker.
Just brought some food back from the sneaky Mexican joint. She said the Enchiladas do not come with sour cream or guacamole. Sure enough, after already eating a few bites, I discovered some sour cream on those suckers. I hate sour cream. So much for my lunch. I’ll be taking the rest home.
This is kind of a home stretch. Nikki and I are planning on embarking on some dietary adjustments some time after our long weekend. I’m not sure what these adjustments are going to look like yet, but they’ll be healthy adjustments, whatever they are. I heard Jack LaLanne on the Jay Thomas Show this morning. He called in with his wife. He’s 91, and he sounds great. He’s selling some “Power Juicer” which looks kind of cool (there’s a picture of it on Amazon). We already have a juicer, but with this one, supposedly you can juice the entire fruit rather than having to cut it up. Sounds pretty convenient. Mixed reviews for it, though. Anyway, I hope to make it to 91, and I hope to sound as good as he does. I have a ways to go. I’m sure he can kick my ass right now. It’s time to turn that around. No time like the present. I’m about to turn 40 in less than two months. I’m feeling pretty good these days. Something about having children feels like it’s revitalizing me. Maybe it’s being forced to look at things from a child’s perspective, something I really haven’t done in a few decades, or maybe it’s the push-ups (or “fuff-upps”) Gia forces me to do with her. She’s getting to be quite the tyrant. She makes a great laughing barbell.
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