Damn, do I need to get back to actually blogging instead of just posting fitness logs and reading lists and complaints about stress. So, here's five things that I've forgotten to mention or have been too busy to bother with:
(1) I've been making a sustained attempt to explore more of this city that I live in and love before I have to leave it. I've been here my whole life, but I still have a huge list of restaurants and bars and places I want to go that I've been putting off. Recent trips include:
[a] The Back Door, a bar and restaurant: I enjoyed the food a hell of a lot, as simple but well-done bar fare with homemade chips, mid-rare roast beef that melts in your mouth, fresh au jus, etc;
[b] Purrswaytions, a lesbian karaoke bar: this was fun the first week, and a bit duller the next--the crowd is small, the bar is dingy, but it's also cheap and trashy in that particular way that can be pleasant;
[c] Nowhere, a queer bar and club: this one, I loved--a group of associates and I went last night, and the scene is good (music, crowd, drinks, etc., all positive). At Nowhere, I got to dance for a long while, which was a pleasure. My usual go-to is Connection, which has drag shows and go-go dancers, but also a cover and expensive drinks; I think Nowhere might be a new spot on the map.
(2) I encountered a rogue chicken in the parking lot of our local Wal-Mart yesterday. I made a brief attempt to convince it to come to me, but it wasn't having any of that, and wandered off again. By the time we finished shopping and came out, the chicken had disappeared. There is a nice neighborhood behind the store; I suspect the chicken made its way back to one of those houses, where it likely belongs. It was still a bit surreal.
(3) Our mice have not been successfully integrated; we've made several attempts, and the last ended in a bad squabble wherein Yelena's tail got nipped. So, we're giving up on that. It's too much stress for the poor thing. We want her to not be lonely, but she's too neurotic to adapt to the other mice, and so this is the best we can do.
(4) My partner has started Chantix in a last-ditch effort to quit smoking. This is the first time he's made it past 36 hours without a cigarette in
any attempt he's ever made--not a single one--and though he's miserable, it's working. The pills cause nausea and mood swings, but if it makes this work, then he's willing to suffer through it. We desperately need to save the money, and it's also necessary before we head to the UK, where that stuff's even more expensive. He's been smoking for nearly a decade, so it's not a simple process, but I'm glad it's at least seeming to work so far. Fingers crossed.
(5) And lastly: I'm continuing to get more and more caught up with every passing day. I am pleased, and cannot wait for a break from crushing deadlines.