I walked into town again today. This intense calorie-burner was rewarded with half a small Rock On pizza and a very sweet Earl Grey tea. The bikini wax only heightened the euphoria of the whole experience.

Tomorrow is a no-workout day. I may work out due to sheer boredom, as three or four days in the house and off work is crazy-making. I guess somewhere in the back of my mind, I feel like I have to be doing something "productive". And what is more productive than, oh, I don't know, making postcards or baking or moving furniture around or finding body parts to shave?

Day after tomorrow is ice-skating day with the Cajun and his two girls. When I told the older one it's been 25 years since I ice skated, she just said, "Wow, that's a long time". I'm a little older than her dad. Maybe he doesn't talk in terms of how many years ago he did something.

Maybe I'm actually old. Oh well, nothing to be done there.

Except book a February appointment for a Brazilian wax. I'm taking the lidocaine, thanks very much. Lidocaine, ibuprofen, and a post-wax G&T or seven.