saucy_dryad

Today has been A Day.

It all began at 4 a.m. and the sound of a kitty retching. It was Handsome Tom. Yes, I can tell just by the sound which kitty is getting sick. It’s good to have skills. Bleary eyed, I stumbled out of bed, snagged a roll of paper towels and a spray bottle of cleaner and set out to find the site of the evacuation.

( wherein Kelly rambles )

My semi-epic list of Things To Be Done is not, in fact, done. I'm not overly fussed. I got in a good workout and managed a fair small but detail-oriented amount of housework.

Today was an early class (teaching, not taking) and then general maintenance/manning the desk at the gym. I'd every intention of going for a walk/run when I got home, but my muscles were tired and sore. I could have pushed it. Almost did. Then I decided that there was no shame in giving myself a day of recovery. I'll take the early kickboxing class tomorrow and, if all goes well, go for that walk/run later in the day.

As for the sensible eating... hmm. For a while there (read: several months) my habits were flat out awful. I was eating whatever struck my fancy and far too much of it. This week I've made better choices. Mind, homemade guacamole three times in five days was not the wisest meal choice, but at least it was loaded with tomato and onion. And cilantro, which is green, so it must be good for me. Tonight it's black bean soup and a big ol' salad, tomorrow it's leftover veggie chili and brown rice.




Gardening update in the near future! To give you a preview: my perennials have come back beautifully (I am ridiculously excited), I think I planted the first of my tomatoes too early and my peas and strawberries too late. Also, I don't know what other veggies and herbs I should plant.


p.s. slugs squick me no end. ::shudder::

Despite my best intentions, I didn't make it to kickboxing today. I'm teaching early tomorrow morning, but after that I'll take Donna's class. I did get my lazy butt on the treadmill for about 35 minutes, about half of which I ran. Lame, I know, but it's still better than noting.

When I got back to the house, I had a message from Don that he'd be super late tonight. I scrapped my original dinner plans and decided to scrounge. Thing is, nothing was appealing. I've been eating lentil soup leftovers for four days. It's yummy, to be sure, but I grow weary. I poked through the freezer, the pantry, the recesses of the fridge, but everything seemed like too much work. At last I unearthed a slightly soft red bell pepper, a somewhat withered knob of ginger, and a (mostly) sturdy broccoli crown. Onions and garlic from the pantry, chicken breast I'd bought earlier this week... oh, yeah. Stir fry! With whole wheat couscous, 'cause I was too impatient to wait on brown rice.

Crimson Pirate-wise, things continue well. We had a rather productive rehearsal yesterday. Don's crazy work schedule precluded his attendance, so we were without his drumtastic awesomeness. I think we muddled along well enough, but every time I had to pick up the bodhran to cover for him I felt - so very keenly - my comparative lack of skill. We've got some good stuff in the works. crimsontom has an adorable song on it's feet. Dan has three new songs under way, Ann has two (three?). Robin has one or two. There are a whole lot of group songs, too, and a two that really showcase our female vocals. I continue to fail at finding harmonies and am pathetically grateful when someone offers one up to me. I can learn them. I just can't hear them.

Finally, a note to myself: sucky weather and kitty trauma and extra shifts at work are no excuse. You have to get to phototherapy thrice weekly or you won't get better. In fact, you'll get worse. Which is, at this moment, abundantly clear. Also, eat less and exercise more. silly cow.

The latter first- I really didn't want to go for a walk/run today, but since I work tomorrow and have rehearsals and/or meetings for the next two evenings (AND I'll be in PA for the faire this weekend...) I needed to get my butt moving. I did a shorter route, just three miles. But this is the thing- I ran most of it. I walked a bit, ran a mile, walked a bit, ran another mile, etc. So I did probably 2.25-2.5 miles running, and the rest walking. I was immensely proud... and rather surprised. I wasn't breaking any speed records, mind you. Even so... happy!

Then I came home and made a crustless crab and swiss quiche with a tossed salad partnered with a homemade balsamic/dijon vinaigrette. Yum!!!!!!! I also have another crockpot meal a-brewing; I figure I'll need it to feed Don for lunch on Thursday. What is it about good food that just makes me so happy?