Call me, Ishmael!

The weather is nice these days, which gives me the right to bare arms, and bear bare legs.  And to those of you who have to see that, I am so sorry.

I'll put on some lotion, I promise.

Last night, the post-season play ended for the Nashville Predators, which means we'll get to see them again in October.  That's the bad news.  The good news is, October is just around the corner.

Or at least, that's what it feels like.  When you are, say, 8 years old, a year is 1/8th of your life, and that's a lot - that's a big slice of the pie.  When you are 44, the slice of pie becomes tiny.  Hardly worth the a la mode.

Just kidding, it's always worth a la mode.

All of that to say, I've hit a point in my life where the years are just FLYING. 

I hit 2 years at my "new" job in a few weeks, which means, among other things, it's no longer a new job.   It falls on the same day as my nephew's birthday.  And I am NOT buying him a gift card this year.  He gets a real, actual present this year.  I realize that the gift should provide joy to the receiver, and I believe it will, but damn - it's my money - I want to buy something fun.

Several days later, it's Jim's birthday (and Mother's Day weekend).  A few weeks after that, my sister's birthday.  Then, I get (thankfully) a few months reprieve from gift-giving.

But I need to start thinking about 4th of July, because that's just around the corner - which is how I know it'll be October in no time.

And just after hockey begins, well, then it's my birthday.  I turn 45 this year.  A speed limit birthday.

Which probably means I should slow down and get a massage that day.  Or, you know, today. 

Not literally, today, but you get the idea.

Honestly, I've been feeling a little run down recently - I know I could use a massage, and a healthier diet.  Why does sugar have to be so damn appealing!?

This weekend, I should have some time for meal prep, which is promising.  I also need to invest in new food storage containers.  I am contemplating glass with plastic lids.  Because I'm fancy, dammit.

But if I can get all the parts in place, then I should be able to get back on the healthy eating track.  That's just planning.  Which I can do.

I know I sound like a broken record.  I need to pull myself up by the bootstraps and get to work on it.

Blah.  Just, blah.

Onward, y'all.