Tues: ~25min weight room ... doing the heavier weights makes me feel more like I'm really working and thus like this endeavor is worth something
Wed: treadmill: 45min, 4.0mph, 1.0 incline -- tired after ~10min and remaining tired for the duration; there's something to be said for knowing I've done it before
Thurs: ~30min in the weight room (though definitely some of that was resting)
Fri: treadmill: 45min, 4.0mph, 1.0 incline
Tuesday & Wednesday I spent nigh-literally all workday (save an hour lunchbreak) filing, printing, and filing applications. I barely looked at LJ. And then Thursday I finished that and thus got to catch up on other stuff. I was feeling zen, though. (I said hi to RA!Kate briefly over coffee Thursday morning and articulated it as feeling like I was still coming out of a daze.) Thursday I stopped by Katie's desk at the end of the day and she said, "Are you okay? You look like you've been crying." I choose to interpret that second bit as that I'm somewhat perpetually red-faced due to the cold dry weather, but yeah, I was like, "Do I really look that bad?"
My hair froze! I'm not certain this was the first time this season that had happened, but I was pleased regardless.
Indicators of winter: at the Harvard Square ABP at like 7:20pm I ordered mac&cheese and they were out (I got broccoli & cheddar soup instead), and the woman at the register next to me ordered chicken noodle soup, which they were also out of (so she got the chicken vegetable).
Speaking of food, I've been getting egg white omelets at Spangler with some frequency and Wednesday morning Pablo said, before I'd even ordered, that they were out of egg whites. I got a regular omelet, and wow. When I first switched to egg white omelets, they seemed kinda flavorless, but clearly I've gotten used to them 'cause having a regular omelet it seemed so much heavier and more flavorful -- not a bad thing, just different from what I'd gotten used to.
Over lunch, folks were talking about food, as we often do, and I was indifferent, as I almost always am. MaryAlice quipped, "She's not excited about food because she's too busy having great sex." I CRACKED UP laughing.
Laurel sent me an email inviting me to go see the Capitol Steps. She signed it "Laurel," which made me gleeful. See, her given name is Lauren, but on the third day of class one of the students referred to something she said but called her "Laurel" and then corrected himself. She said she likes "Laurel" better anyway, so I've been calling her "Laurel" ever since.
We don't have class next week, so Laurel invited me to a Thanksgiving thing her MIT Lutheran Episcopals are doing. Rest & Bread is canceled, so yay. (When I mentioned this to Laura Ruth, she said, "I'm glad our absence allows you to expand your lovely wandering ways!")
Laurel's going to Worcester to family friends for Thanksgiving, but coming home same day. I said she could come to Norwood if she needed 'cause I'm staying over into Friday.
Rest and Bread ("Rhythm")
We read it twice, the second time complete with an actual cymbal and some other percussion instruments.
In her Reflection, Laura Ruth talked about how the liturgical calendar provides us with rhythm, and how we have an opportunity to hit those beats each year.
Keith in the Call to Confession said: in the dance of life, sometime we miss a step, and sometimes someone knocks into us and we miss a lot of steps.
signs of maturity from the past week or so:
* being happy for friends' potential s.o.-having, untainted by my own ambivalent wanting an s.o.
* being zen about Someone's newfound inability to thoroughly read emails and spreadsheets (it didn't particularly cause me to have to do any extra work, and I decided that should be my new bar -- so long as it doesn't have a significant negative effect on my job)
* curbing my defensiveness when I was strongly conscious of how I could have done my job better but no one was actually criticizing me
* listening and leaving space for the other person to speak rather than just filling up the space with my own stories
* not making it All About Me when listening sympathetically to someone (mjules and I have explicitly agreed that we relate to other people by relating it to ourselves, but with people with whom I don't have this explicit understanding it sometimes feels inappropriate)