did you say something?

Wow. Where to begin? This week has been an awakening on multiple levels for me.
I suppose if you know me and have seen me lately you can tell something is different.

You could say that.
I think for the first time in years I am happy. I am happy with myself. That's what it is. Yeah. I feel great. I have come into my own--or for the first time in my life--I am rock solid.

Today I ran 3 miles and went straight to the pool for a 1/2 mile swim. It felt fine. Could have done more-- now on to roadwork. I'll be up and riding soon.
My stamina is great--and the bod is toning up nicely-nicely. Can't wait for the next time I can do it again.

The radio career is taking off--slowly---got compliments from the boss on my first attempt, which according to Gary is quite a feat. I think Jim just has a thing for smart, sexy, competent women. Well, who wouldn't? Touche.

My spontanious evening out attending Smokey Joe's turned into much more than I ever anticipated-- it was certainly nice to see something other than a computer screen on the other side of the Tro-HO table. Here's to the men who say YES.
Rrrowwww. Some men just don't know where to look. And most men just don't know. Period.

If you are driving through the College-2nd street intersection and see glass everywhere, that would be from my car. Yes, the 3rd accident with my new car in less than 4 months. Prior to having this car, I never had an accident. I think my car is a magnet for being at the right place at the wrong time. The damage this time was hefty. She hit me pretty hard--spewing shards of glass all the way up to the front seat. Fortunately, Lilly was ok. She bounces. I am stating for the record that the next accident will total the thing.

The Farmer's Market opened Saturday and I made the rounds. A co-worker from school says that I will meet the perfect man there, "while reaching for the same pear..or something." Ha. I am not holding my breath.

School is great. We are making Kimonos in one class, reciting Shakespeare in another. I get to hear speeches on the frightening genocide in Sudan--which had me running to the computer to join the Peace Corps. Now there's a thought.

And then there is the musical. And it is going to be good.

So I am enjoying the sunset over Highway 37 on my concrete slab and looking forward to sleeping with the window open tonight. I'll save my wishes for the stars later tonight. Til then--sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more! Men are deceivers ever.