Mary Hopkin
Those Were the Days, 1968
I’ve loved this song since I was four or five years old. I still do.
Old man yells at cloud
Mary Hopkin
Those Were the Days, 1968
I’ve loved this song since I was four or five years old. I still do.
By some strange miracle, I seem to be considerably healthier today than I was at my physical six months ago. I’ve lost weight, my “good” cholesterol is up (my “bad” is always low anyway) and I’ve backtracked quite a bit on that road to diabetes, heart disease, and all sorts of other nasty things. I’m kind of amazed, considering how rough the past few months have been for me personally and how–until a few weeks ago when I finally got my head out of my ass–I was basically using comfort food and lethargy to treat the symptoms.
So can I lose fifty pounds this year? What say ye?
Other stuff:
Happy guerrilla wedding anniversary, m’luv.
I’m considerably warmer and drier right now than I was seven years ago tonight.
A little bit lonelier too, but that will pass.
Had a visit from my friend Duncan this weekend. Actually, I’m still having it but he’s off at a Super Bowl party, and as I’ve probably said before, I don’t follow baseball. So I’ve spent my leisurely Sunday afternoon eating leftover Chinese food from Sampan and obtaining long out of print music here, including two things I’ve been seeking for a really long time.
Maybe a bit of cafeteria tonight followed by the final proofreading of my grant application (which is now finished, by the way). After that, Ellery Queen or Dragnet, methinks.
This is the first actual weekend I’ve had in quite a while. They’re nice, huh?