I did 45min on the treadmill at 4.0mph and 0.5 incline -- though I moved to a stride like every few minutes for much of the time; my legs felt tired before I even got to the gym, and early on I considered just doing the elliptical, but I'm glad I stuck it out.
I was sitting on one of the table benches in Davis Square before church group and heard a guy calling out asking if anyone had left a phone -- holding up what looked like a Blackbery or something. (What's the generic term for those handheld devices? Edit: Wiki just calls it a "wireless handheld device." Apparently PDA stands for Personal Digital Assistant? I'm always thrown when I hear that acronym in that context 'cause my immediate thought is, "Public Displays of Affection.") The phone rang and he answered it, and apparently (I surmised from listening to one half of the conversation) it was the owner of the phone. The guy explained, "I was sitting here waiting for my lovely wife when I saw this phone next to me..." He literally said "OMG" -- like, "Oh em gee." Heart!
I did <35min in the weight room -- though some of that was definitely resting. I was tired when I started, but fine by the end (though still not full of energy); I forget this like every time -- like the opposite of what they say about childbearing.
I went to CHPC to help Katherine go through books before tomorrow's fundraiser flea market.
It was the opening reception for the the current exhibit at the nave gallery, so I checked that out first. And was crankypants. The reception food did not include chocolate (unlike the last one), and I didn't like any of the art (exhibit: kitchen stories. Undomesticated Interiors was so much better -- though yes I know they weren't trying to do the same things.), and twice people were standing in front of art pieces in my way (one time I put my hand on a guy's back -- a la bartending -- and he totally ignored me).
Katherine and I went through the books pretty quickly. They were mostly from the 1950s or so. My favorite was a 5-chapter book entitled He Is Lord of All. I was like, "AWESOME. The very title of this is offensive on multiple levels to everyone at this church except for me." I skimmed the jacket flap and wasn't particularly interested, so it went in the flea market box. I was singing "and crown Him Lord of all" in my head for the rest of the evening.
I took a few books that looked interesting:
* A Protestant Manifesto (Winfred E. Garrison, MCMLII)
* Primer for Protestants (James Hastings Nichols, 1951)
* The Christianity of Main Street (Theodore O. Wedel, 1955)
Amy says, "My new thing is If I Died Suddenly And Unexpectedly What Would People Who Find My Corpse In The Street Think About Me Upon Examining the Contents of My Bag?" So of course I had to list out the contents of my purse.
+ library copy of Ahead of the Curve: Two Years at Harvard Business School
+ paperback of The Political Brain: The Role of Emotion in Deciding the Fate of the Nation
+ 2 Luna bars (Sunrise: vanilla almond)
+ 20oz Aquafina
+ Tide pen
+ black umbrella
+ 1 blue Chico Bag
+ digital camera (which has been cranky recently)
+ all the cash and cards that would be in my wallet if I had bought a replacement yet
+ my passport
+ the promotional Starbucks card and paraphernalia I got handed at the T Wednesday evening
+ 1 blue pen
+ earbuds for at the gym
+ some menstrual pads
+ 1 travel pack of CVS brand facial tissue
+ 1 tube of Burt's Bees beeswax lipbalm (regular -- with Vitamin E & Peppermint)