Cold Comfort

You know, I am usually the one who says "I like the rain," or "Winter is fun!" BUT: It's fucking cold here. It's May 12. This is ridiculous.

I mean, my nose is cold and I've been inside for over an hour. It's so cold out that I bought those shitty grocery store cookies pictured above (because I wanted one, to eat with my tea, and I've had 2 already.) and a frozen spinach thin-crust pizza. And I ate the hell outta that thing - all but a couple pieces.

Now, I'm getting ready to settle in with No Country for Old Men, which I never saw in the theatres, which the video guy (who is my stand-in for habit #1 today because I flirted with him halfheartedly) sorta convinced me to get.

I have been doing great on habits 2 & 3. The pushups are going really well - a set of 10 2x a day now. I haven't settled into any exact flossing time or place (shower, lying in bed, bathroom, sitting on couch), but it's usually before bed, so my gums have that interesting, just-exercised (?) feeling as I fall asleep. You know what I'm talking about.

My original idea for that habit, to remind me to do floss, was to get a tattoo of a tooth, like this image, (but without the brush,) on some very visible spot on my hand or wrist, so I'd always see it, and remember to floss. Plus I think a tooth tattoo would just be cool. I still do. I'd get the outline and then fill the tooth part in with white ink - white ink looks very nice. Recently, though, I've thought about just getting a very, very thin-line tattoo of white floss, just wrapping around one hand, wrist, or thumb area. It would be barely visible to others but I would know what it was. That might be even better than the molar. But I have no immediate plans for it - I have no tattoos yet at 38 and probably will never get any, but I do want to reserve those two ideas for when I go crazy and decide to do it. Let this be my copyright protection.

Aiiight, I'm off to lazy-ass-couch-potato land to watch the movie and pet Lois. Luckily I swam a lot, and fast, today, or I'd be a total loser.

(Phew, right?)