C is for Cookie, and quite frankly, that's good enough for me

After I got home from work, things seemed to perk up for me. I was just feeling overall better. Marie has that effect on me. Terry came over around 8 and we chewed the rag for a bit and then commenced our cribbage tournament. I'm leading 6-3 but if/when I win this tournament I can guarantee Terry won't let me here the end of it. We had started a tournament shortly before Terry moved and left the score card (with a self-drawn image of his penis on the other side) with him. It got "lost in the move" and of course, I was in the lead. So he spotted me a 4-1 lead, grudgingly. I thoroughly enjoy the fact that he and I can give guff to each other and yet, remain very close. Hard to explain.

Got up at the crack of 5:30 and hit the Y again today. Half hour on the treadmill and hope to hit the weights again on Friday. Weight lifting makes me think of Henry Rollins and how intense he is. I wish I had that same fire in my belly.

Tonight should be a quiet night with more scanning and hopefully all the steps in order to start the Interviewing Project. Lord knows I've been writing about it enough. I'm also going to have some more tea. I like tea.