(1) I’ve been trying to shrink my gut all year, and I finally seem to have hit a combination of diet and exercise that is making steady progress, rather than very-slow-but-at-least-I’m-not-GAINING-weight progress. I lost 3 pounds in the last two weeks. (The trick seems to be swimming instead of running, along with weekly soccer and racquetball.)
(2) It looks like the big horrible project at work that I really really really didn’t want to do is being assigned to someone else. Poor bastard.
(3) So there’s this woman at work who’s nice and cute and smart and peppy and friendly. But she just had a baby, so I assumed she was in a serious relationship, whatever, no big. But today we were chatting and it turns out that the father of her baby got another woman pregnant and she (the woman from work) threw him out, and then moved so that she lives nearby to me now. Not that I have any actual reason to think that she’d be interested in me (or in any man at all right now), and not that I necessarily am ready to start dating someone with a 9-month-old-baby, BUT for some reason just the thought that there’s potential that there might be potential is making me smile. (At which point I realize that I’m reveling in someone else’s misery and disfunction, so I feel guilty… but I’m smiling nonetheless.)