Glad to Get Over the Hump

Song Lyric of the Day:

If the children don’t grow up / Our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up / We’re just a million little gods causin’ rain storms turnin’ every good thing to rust

Arcade Fire / “Wake Up”

11:14PM.
The week is now officially more than half over. And there was much rejoicing...

I met Samantha for lunch at Chick-Fil-A today so I could give her her wedding dress (she needs it for alterations tomorrow; it had been residing in my guest bedroom closet for safekeeping). While there we noticed a beautiful baby girl who is likely Zahara Jolie-Pitt’s missing twin. Seated in her high chair at the end of her family’s table, we watched as she held her hands out for hand sanitizer and then thoroughly cleaned her hands. In that moment, I could completely visualize how germphobic Samantha’s potential offspring will be. I thought I saw a tear in the corner of Sam’s eye, she was so moved by the baby’s commitment to hygiene. There’s a reason I call her Howardina Hughes, you know.

I ran to the Apple store at West Town Mall after work to pick up the student and teacher edition of Office for my Mac. Why the student and teacher edition? Because it’s a lot cheaper than the professional version, that’s why. So now that I have my official, licensed edition of Word, I can once again print and send email Word attachments with impunity. Huzzah!

I then went to Fort Sanders to resume my workout schedule. Due to overexertion on the calf raise machine last week, I was essentially crippled the whole weekend, unable to straighten my left leg, much less walk on it. What did I learn from that? One, that doing calf raises while holding dumbbells in the comfort of my own home is a whole lot different from using a machine at the gym that pushes down on your shoulders and creates resistance. Two, next time my body screams in agony for me to stop doing the fucking exercise!!!, I’ll listen. I used the calf raise machine with trepidation tonight, but (fingers crossed) I’m pretty sure I didn’t overdo it. Less weight combined with fewer reps will hopefully keep my left leg charlie horse-free tomorrow and in the days to follow. Although if I end up having to walk with a cane, I’ll just say I’m a huge House fan.

Once home, I treated myself to a Netflix movie I’ve had sitting around for several days now, Dear Frankie. This movie is a real gem, thanks in no small part to the stars, Emily Mortimer, Jack McElhone, and Gerard Butler (whatever is in the water over there in Scotland, it’s fantastic). I really need to get back to writing reviews for the movies I watch. I’ll try to post one for Dear Frankie in the next couple of days. It’s definitely one worth watching.

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