1. Exercise.  It’s not so much that I like the exercise itself (at all), but I do like the general sense of well-being and smug self-satisfaction that one gets after one has returned from exercise.

At least, I get the aforementioned smugness and satisfaction.

Elizabeth and I were quite active this weekend, relatively speaking, though the relativity there should not be underestimated.  We even went to the gym, which is somewhat remarkable given my previous forays into dedicated fitness facilities.

2.  The Hip.  I know, I know, I need to shut up about the Hip already.  Bear with me.  I’m still buzzing (and my ears are still ringing) from the concert, and I just recently picked up two of their albums which I didn’t have before.  They are playing through my PC’s fair-to-middling speakers as I type, and are making me feel very soulful.

3.  Good sp0rtsmanship.  It allows me to remain friends with Diggory, even as he hands me the ass-whupping of a lifetime in our folding stats.

photo credit: kevindooley

1. That I still fit into my pants.  I haven’t been travelling much at all for the past several months, due to budget constraints (which may not be a bad thing).  The catch with this is that it means I have very few reasons to don dress clothes any more, since I can work at home in my jeans and a t-shirt and no one’s the wiser – with the notable exceptions of Elizabeth and Diggory.  It also means that I have not really had a mechanism over the last few months to gauge my general lardiness.  So when I had to attend an event last evening that required me to wear slacks and a tie, it occurred to me that such a thing might no longer be possible with my current wardrobe.

Thankfully, the pants still fit (if a little snugly), and there were no dramatic explosions of tearing fabric in the midst of my presentation.

2. Lasagna.  Diggory has decreed that he will be making supper this evening, and has promised lasagna forthwith.  I expect fitting into my aforementioned pants will be significantly more challenging tomorrow.

3. Spring.  It is frickin’ freezing around here and I’m about ready to be done with it.  It would be nice to go outside and not be immediately reduced to shivering convulsions in an effort to keep warm.

Plus, our plants aren’t doing so hot.

photo credit: mandj98