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I have been taking advantage of the gym in my office, and I try to go running several days a week (up to 1.6 miles, and it’s been hard). There’s a girl I see down there every single time – she clearly takes good care of herself, as it appears that she goes running every single day. But what I don’t understand is the following:

She never showers after her workout. Not once. And it’s not because she’s one of those people who doesn’t sweat and smells like vanilla. In fact, she came in after her run today, and then took out a hair dryer to dry her hair. Which was wet with sweat, not water. (Well, sweat is mostly water, but that’s not what I’m getting at here.) I mean, for someone who spends so much time attending to and caring for aspects of her appearance, the lack of observance of good hygiene is a bit of a head-scratcher. (No pun intended.)

But on an unrelated note, I’ve been running again and getting better again, which makes me happy. Special K and I are going to the gym tonight and I’m going to swim whilst he does his thing. Then we’ll likely meet up at the Jacuzzi for some soaking to relieve sore muscles. Of which I have plenty.

I’ve become so domestic, it’s kind of nauseating. I mean, I always had it in me, but now that I have my herb garden and the Kitchen Aid stand mixer that I use all the time (hurrah for Crate and Barrel gift certificates!!), I am seriously geeking out. Ah well – shouldn’t be too hard for anyone to believe, really. Special K doesn’t mind, because he’s the direct recipient of said geekdom. At least I’ve stopped going out and talking to the plants every morning. (Seriously. “Hello, little basil plant!” It would have been cause for concern had it gone on much longer.) But I’m also enjoying doing some work in the yard, although our landlords have the yard landscaped to the hilt. I tried weeding and raking this past weekend and got eaten alive by some horrible little black insect with a red butt – I have huge red welts all over my legs, which is awesome. It itches like a mo-fo, but I’m doing my best to leave it alone. Which is requiring all of my willpower.

And this is how boring my life has become. And yet…I kind of like it that way. I feel as though there has been more than enough excitement going on for the past several months, and I’m very ready for that to stop. Boring, my friends, is a good thing sometimes.