


work today was pretty relaxed. with most of the pressure from my project off of my shoulders, i found time to sit back and smell the office roses. this is code word for slacking, which i fell back into the habit of doing. nice to see i haven't lost the old touch. i did do some code work, but not as much as i was expecting to do. tomorrow i'm going to have to get serious (but still not too crazy, just a few bug fixes, easy compared to what i've been through the past few weeks).
amanda gave my grass a slight mowing with a pair of scissors, because they were starting to grow too long. now it's all nice and trim, and it smells like a lawn too. there was something very soothing when i watched amanda cutting the grass. it's the same feeling i get when i watch bob ross do a painting on pbs. watching an artist work. you don't know what it is yet, but you trust the artist, and the end result is always perfect and amazing. i guess i just love watching people working to create something tangible. i could watch something like that all day.
after work i went to the gym for the fourth time ever. i hope to go enough times that i won't be able to remember the number of times i've been to the gym. i didn't have a spare t-shirt so i borrowed a small orange srm 5 year anniversary t-shirt from the office. today, i worked the stationary bike, since my arms are in so much weightlifting pain i can barely even raise them above my head now. i listened to my mp3 player and read my latest issue of sky & telescope on the bike, a complimentary towel wrapped around the back of my neck. after 30 minutes i was done and headed into the locker room.
today i discovered that i am an exhibitionist. remember the first time i came to the gym, i made such a stink about being with so many naked men, and how it was sort of unsettling? well, look who's talking! i'm mister walking-around-naked in the locker room while a lot of the other guys i saw wore discreet towel sarongs. the way i figured, i'm not too ashamed of my body, what do i have to hide? if some guy needs to make a furtive glance at my privates, go right ahead, whatever makes them happy. i know for myself, it's eyes-all-up-here and looking straight forward, never glancing downwards. i guess what i'm trying to say is i'm okay with my own nudity, but it's the nudity of others that bothers me. i'm a selfish nudist i suppose.
funny anecdote though: i couldn't take off my sweat soaked t-shirt! because my arms were still sore from yesterday's workout, i couldn't lift them over my head very far. so there i was grappling with my t-shirt, almost tearing it, struggling to get the darn thing off. the bad thing was there was this middle aged man changing next to me. i bet he was wondering what the hell i was doing!
after the gym i walked to the subway station but not before glancing back and seeing the sky in an awesome panorama of clouds and colors. a fitting end to the day.