But I’m still alive.

Just not a lot to say. I actually left the house seven days in a row last week. I think that’s a record for me, not just since moving to Boston, but I think ever. Been to the gym, though not as much as I would like – left knee keeps protesting all the 5Ks I’m running on the elliptical (and I am regularly breaking 32 minutes). I was going to go this morning or afternoon, but it just dawned on me that the yoga class I really like is tonight, so I think my schedule for the day just shifted a to few hours later. Haven’t been doing any fun cooking/baking, because once again the sink is full of dishes (I think they’re going to get a bathtub soaking today).

Yeah. Nothing much to say to say right now. Maybe next week.