H is for HUMP Day

 

January 2017 turned out to be a pretty wild ride.  So far this year, I lost a co-worker unexpectedly, wrote a final exam (got an A+ in the course), took possession of my condo, renovated my condo, moved in to my condo, had a scare with my step-dad’s health, and had my car act up “again”.  Through it all, my anxiety only gave me grief near the end.  Not bad — not bad at all.

It’s hump day, and the first day of the second month of 2017.  I see reason for celebration here.  Who am I kidding, I see reason for celebration every day… and by celebration, I mean wine.  Anyway, I just took a look at my calendar for the month, and it’s already pretty full.  Tomorrow I have a dentist appointment; see my previous post Strange Loves to find out what that means to me.  Call me crazy — you wouldn’t be the first.   Saturday, my new stove is being picked up, and I will be painting up a storm.  The following Saturday, I will be travelling with many of my coworkers to attend the celebration of life for our lost friend.  His family has decided to hold the ceremony in original home town — 3 hours away.

Yesterday, I signed up for the next course in the program I’m taking.  My work agreed to pay for a university program that I wanted to enroll in last year.  There are six courses in the program, and this will be number three.  Once I receive the books by mail, I will be spending much of my spare time studying.

Last but not least, I’m putting in a half-assed effort to meet a man.  Tomorrow after teaching my fitness class, I’m meeting up with a guy who is moving to town at the end of the month.  He is moving here for a job as a head soccer coach.  I had no idea that was a paying gig; learned something new.

Tonight I’m heading to the mall to pick up new runners.  Mine are DONE.  My legs were completely toast after my run last night — that’s my tell that it’s time for new shoes.  With the amount of running and working out I do, I go through a pair of $200 runners every 3 months.  If I gave up exercise, I could probably afford to buy a new car… that, however, would never happen.

What a string of non-sense chatter.  If you’re still reading, I apologize for the randomness of this post.  On that note, time to wrap this up and say good-evening.  HAPPY HUMP DAY!