Friday, September 2
So I had a nice birthday. I wasn't in the country I wanted to be in, and the fish was a different hue than I'd planned on, but it all worked out just fine. Life does that. The spouse hit it out of the park present-wise, best of all was the lovely boxed DVDs of the first two seasons of a show I adore, which fills me with delight and empties the TiVo of like 30 hours of drive space.
I did the usual stock-taking and I'm pretty okay with the way things went this year. I didn't start new stuff like last year, but I kept going on the stuff I did start. I'm making good progress with the karate thing, getting stronger all over, marginally less spastic, so that's good. Scale's ten or twelve pounds higher than it was this time last year, but I'm wearing the same clothes and they fit as well or better, so I'm not going to worry about it. Work is fine, it comes and goes and I'm happy to see it in both directions. We seem to be making enough to get by without killing ourselves, so that's a win. More would be better, of course; I really want that mortgage gone before my 40th birthday, but this will do.
My 38th year resolutions: