hmmmm?

Do I still love my roommate?

sick

I've been sick in bed for the past few days. I've filled the hours with boyfriend snuggles, catching up on missed tv shows, long chats with Ashley (my roommate), popsicles, lemon honey tea, pining for a visit with Vie, and a whole lot of nose blowing.

This is my Ashley:

This is my Vie:

And this is a list of some tv shows that I've rediscovered my love of:

• It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia
• The Real Hustle
• Pushing Daisies
• How I Met Your Mother

I'm excited to recover and have a life again. One where a five minute trip out on the cold balcony isn't considered the highlight of my day.

photos

I love my roommate. That's all.

peanuts as peanuts

mama's wardrobe

I love the way that my Mum dressed when I was little. For the record, I still like the way she dresses.

I wish that I had more old photos of her on my computer. I also wish that I had all of her old clothes.

And since wishes are usually granted in threes, I wish that I could hang out with her for a few hours every day. She's the best.

cough cough puke puke

This afternoon I indulged in some sibling bonding. My brother and I went for a bike ride around the city. I have to admit that I was dying the entire time.

I like to think of myself as athletic. I can run 10km with a smile on my face the entire time. I love the gym, wall climbing, cycling, and most sports. The problem is that I always forget how different the altitude is here compared to where I'm used to working out.

After about 5 minutes of cycling today I felt like I was going to hurl. Of course I was trying to keep up with my brother, and be a "tough guy", but my lungs were burning! He led me up the biggest hill in the city. It seemed to never end, and he seemed to speed along happily as I chugged on, far behind him.

I got a bit discouraged and down on myself for lagging behind...until he told me that he's been cycling 20+ miles (in 20 minutes) every evening!!!!! Excuse me? No wonder I was having trouble keeping up.

Once he filled me in on his cycling routine I felt great about calling it a day and going shopping with him instead. I'm so happy that I live a five minute walk away from my brother's condo. I spend way more time with him now than I ever did when we lived together.

I'm also happy that I haven't lost all athletic ability. Speaking of which, it's about time I hit the gym again. The resolutionists should have given up by now. I'll just give myself a day or two for my lungs to recover.

boohoo

This afternoon I met my friend Julie for coffee. Then I came home to an empty apartment. Mr N's hiking boots where nowhere to be found. Being alone is spooky. Today I feel like this: