What the hell was wrong with me? Precor Elliptical 30' @ 12.85/20 resistance and 20/20 incline, with handweights only for 10 minutes. I've forgotten strides but I probably averaged ~122 spm. Is it because I accustomed my body to 60% resistance that my gradually pushing toward the full 30' at 65% wears me out?
Not that marriage is required for procreation or family, but I do like to call the godfather to my goddaughter my god-husband. I call my sister and mother Emlet's godaunt and godgrandmother, so it follows. SEM is in town for a conference this week and spent last night with me. I had lots of shawnster hugs, which are the best ever. (JGW says that my hugs are the best ever, but he's never had a shawnster hug, and certainly a hug is improved with sentiment so maybe even he did he wouldn't appreciate it as much.)
He noticed the kitchen all by himself but I had to point out that I cut my hair all off. For the first time I was conscious of its shoulder-lengthedness, because his preference is for either extreme. But he likes me anyway. Also the kitchen. Also what I cooked for him. Also Blake. So he was a good houseguest.
I told him about finding SLH and we giggled over our delight in googling the absent (and irritation about those so discourteous as to be ungoogleable) and shared pet stories and work and relationships and plans and it was a mighty fine chat.
Just before he arrove, I was listening to Three Junes and got to the bit where a devastating wit dubs a supercilious snob "The Cuntess" which had made me shout with laughter. Unfortunately SEM and I don't have someone we can call that, and I don't want him to have a vicious ex just so we can, except I kind of do. I thought to tell him that title when absence of cookery skills inevitably was mentioned. I didn't continue to him the train of my thought, which was bits in books that make me laugh, namely how Sodapop made green pancakes. Green. I always loved Ponyboy for how that single repeated word made them so much funnier.
Um, wrapping this up, SEM has green eyes. The end.