Quiet Joy

The day's weather has been wonderful. I opened windows and doors to get a little fresh air into the house - had to close them again after the fourth or fifth jet pass, though... too noisy by half. I always forget.

My gym trip was heartening. I never did reach over 131 in pulse while bicycling, which, if I hadn't mentioned, I reached m first time within 2 minutes. So I biked for an extra three minutes and I guess the next time I'm there, I'll ramp up to the next setting on the 'levels'. And maybe even increase my time, too. I left with that great tired-and-happy feeling in my muscles. I'd forgotten that feeling. It was - pleasant.

Then errands for this weekend's event (I'm the Troll and we're out of waivers), shopping for dinner (pork chops, salad, evil garlic-bread as a surprise for the Arni) and now I'm home getting ready to start working on a gown for a friend. I'd like for her to have the new under-gown to go with her hangerroc, which I already delivered. Sewing for friends can be fun. Sort of like dressing barbie dolls...

Life is good.