crab

I am in a funk today, one my mama would accurately label “crabby.” Rather than wax melodramatic about why I’m a touch pissy, I’m going to focus on what is working.

~For the first time in forever, our president is talking about mistakes he’s made. And for the first time in 7 years, Republicans on the Hill are talking about making changes, rather than nodding their heads like subservient little sheep. Braaaavo. Now, if we could just stop talking about a presidential election that is years away and focus on today’s issues, I’d be tickled.

~Tomorrow I’m taking a leap into those resolutions of mine and taking a lesson in Portuguese. Sim!

~ I’m currently reading and loving Fast Food Nation.

~ Tomorrow I’m swimming with a new club. The team I’ve been swimming with for 6 years has fallen apart and I’ve grown sick of working out alone. I’m taking quite a leap by joining a very competitive team, but I’m not new to this game. I spent nearly as much time in the water as I did in on land as a kid. February also includes another 1/2 marathon and a potential duathalon. I’d like to join a triathlon team to get more bike training in, but I haven’t figured that one out yet.

~Got a new cookie recipe this morning. Bagel boys, Ya Yas, friends — be prepared for the chocolate chip onslaught. It’s been a while since I’ve been in the kitchen. I can’t wait.

~This weekend I’ve got a date with my Singer and hopefully Ed Norton.

Ah, independent films, sewing, swimming. Life isn’t so bad. Crabby mood, you’ve officially been evicted.

~K