The space monkey gave me a date to circle on the calendar. I’d prefer something a little sooner (like, this afternoon maybe) but it gives me one of those short-term goals that are so helpful at the gym. All this lifting makes me hungry. I’ve started making myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich every morning to eat at work mid-morning. Louie waits patiently by the front door. Yesterday the sandwich was particularly messy, and there were no napkins around. So this morning I find myself taking a paper towell and folding it in the bag next to my sandwich.

I don’t know if I’m getting older, or if I’ve always been this big of a dork.