And so it begins ...
2006 that is. It didn't start dramatically, and that's something to be glad about. Instead, it was quiet, with a gliding into new-ness without fanfare. We went away, we came back, we got sick - and now we're ramping back up into what we do on a daily basis, and adding new routines to the status quo.
Tonight I'm going over to the WRC to be clumsy on the elliptical trainer and to walk a couple of miles (fast) on the treadmill - that's my Week One 'easing into exercise' routine. Then I'll go home, play some DDR, cook potato-garlic soup, and maybe a few other chores. I've a hankering to wash the kitchen and bathroom floors, as weird as that is.
Last night I made a real breakthrough on my murderer's (my fictional murderer; not the person who murders me) backstory, which tells me all I need to know about why they do what they do - now I figure out how. Progress.
But all I really want to do is go back to my Agatha Christie novel.