So, Liz, are you still working out? How are Dolly and McBeady? You're not still doing that New Guy's laundry, are you?
I am still working out, thanks for asking. I will confess that I have not been QUITE so diligent. I've missed a day here or there this last month, but only a few. I'm still working out at least 5 days a week. Maybe not always the whole 75 minutes I was doing, but usually at least 40. I was pretty freaked out the first day I realized I wasn't going to manage to get the workout in, but then I realized, given my OCD tendencies, that I probably SHOULD miss an occasional day. It's good to shake up that routine occasionally. And the day after the missed workout, I realized I really MISSED the missed workout, and really enjoyed getting back to it. I seem to have become, without realizing it, someone who actually enjoys exercise. And I need to be someone who enjoys exercise but can deal with missing a day here and there, because eventually I am going to want to audition for a show, and I'm sure that will impact the workout schedule, as well. So that's all good.
Dolly and McBeady are fine, thanks again for asking. They're still hanging around, though they have not yet reclaimed the backyard they abandoned when Wiley showed up. Neither one of them has yet set foot in it. They eat on the front porch, and I have no idea where they're sleeping at night. They have their hideouts, I guess. I try not to worry about them. McBeady has become fairly attached to the front porch, sometimes even napping on it, and he gets very excited when he hears me coming around the side of the house with breakfast. He comes running to meet me at the corner, and anxiously questions me the whole time I'm walking, throwing in the occasional hiss if I look at him too closely. He has a very silly, scratchy little meow, and he doesn't let up with the inquiries until the food is in the dish. "Mrrowww...is that the food? (hiss) Is that the food? Is that the food? (hiss) Mrroww..." Silly McBeady. Have I failed to feed you even ONCE since you invited yourself to join us for daily meals?
Okay...yes, I'm still doing New Guy's laundry. Shut up! (I promise to come up with a blog name soon. I think I'm a little superstitious...as soon as I come up with a great pseudonym, he'll certainly dump me. I am a crazy person.) He doesn't have a washer and dryer, and I do. I don't want him sitting in a laundromat, eating into the time available for getting his house in order and spending time with me, after all. I am the world's greatest girlfriend. If, indeed, he considers me his girlfriend. We've seen each other almost every day for the last month (four weeks tomorrow, but who's counting?)--every day that he wasn't out-of-town--does that qualify me for girlfriend status yet? I don't know. I don't know anything. I'm trying to relax and enjoy whatever comes my way. (I'm trying. I'm a Virgo, so it's hard, but I'm trying.)
At any rate, life seems pretty good at the moment. Maybe that little "Year of Liz 2007" trophy Stefanie sent me is good luck! Perhaps it should become a travelling trophy, going every year to someone else who needs some good juju!
Of course, if he dumps me next week, just AFTER I drive to his house with a load of freshly washed, carefully folded laundry, I might have to rethink that plan. Heh.
Good weekends, everyone!