On the Edge of Almost

So it’s Thursday as I sit here writing this. And by sit I mean stand, courtesy of Mr. Jacobs of Drop Dead Healthy fame, who was so kind as to do the research for me and pass along that being sedentary has some serious ill effects even if you’re exercising elsewise. He rigged up this whole treadmill-desk contraption so that he could walk while writing; so far he’s up to over a thousand miles. Freaking awesome, right? I’m way jealous. He also wears ear phones to block out sound for something like ten hours a day and—for at least one day—applied the recommended two ounces of sunblock every two hours regardless of weather conditions. He’s basically the coolest guy ever. Or something. Anyway. Thursday. I figure I better do it now because if I wait any longer I’ll be too busy spastically running around in tiny circles in excitement to be able to concentrate or hold still long enough to type anything. I blame my lack of treadmill-desk for this preclusion. The point is, I’ma be back in Provo in a very small number of days. Lovely as Provo is in itself, it’s more that I can’t wait to see my best mate. I hain’t gotten to see her in forever.

In other news, I have still yet to have that conversation with mother-mine. But now I’ve got a new plan which is going to be fool-proof. Good thing, too. So that should be happing soon, but not yet. I’m hoping it goes well.

So nothing big yet, but I’m working on it.