  This is what Ive been waiting for since I moved in. Im sitting here watching the last colours of day fade out on the horizon from my bedroom window. I had a big day of being productive and now have little more to do than sit still and relax. And blog.
I feel like Im not giving this the energy I sometimes do, as Id hope to. A long, hard workout at the gym after class with Matt, a man from my classes. I like him a good guy who deserves better luck with women than the universe is offering. Weve bonded a bit over the past few months, finding common ground with our affinity for exercise. Hes an ex-triathlete, me an ex-13miler. But we still love to workout, still have egos to keep the fire fueled into our retirement. He didnt stay too long since hed already done most of his routine earlier in the day, but I got most of my arms and abs done with him.
Then to zone out alone on the cardio equipment with my Outkast CDs. I left a sweaty mess, and it felt great. I still want to do some push-ups, to hell with my already-sore arms. Time to sink into project land. And to eat something since Ive kind of skipped that all day for what ever reason. 
