Ah, new year’s resolutions, how quickly they fade.  I am generally doing well with keeping up with my stretching, eating a little better, and trying to get a little more exercise, all in service of the main goal of fixing my fucked-up feet.

But as of yesterday I seem to have done something awful to my hamstring while exercise-biking, so I shall have to dial back on stretching and excercise-biking for a few days, during which I fear I will lose what little momentum I have worked up in four whole days of my new habits.  Grrr.

Oh, well.  If I can never get my feet better, I will just get myself a really awesome swordcane.  And then I will brandish it at all who cross me, striking fear into their hearts.  Fear and a sharp pointy stick.

Everything feels a little exhausting, lately.  Mostly politics feel exhausting, I think.  I could not be happier that so many people are so fired up about the primaries this year, and I am one of those people, but at the same time I feel like it’s all I talk to people about all day long. (Except at work, where instead I talk about other things that are equally exhausting.)  It’s not easy, being a Hillary fan. Lately it’s not easy for very good reason, given how obnoxious some of the things coming out of her campaign are.  But it feels like one more extension in months and months of it not being easy for much less concrete reasons, that have a lot more to do with gender and the good old Ginger Rogers “backwards and in high heels” syndrome.

Anyway, that is not actually why I am getting off my butt and posting.

I am actually posting because today is our eight-year anniversary, and as such I have given myself permission to not care about politics all day long, to not obsessively reload CNN, and to just have a good day with Len where we relax and enjoy each other’s company and do not freak out about our opposing political views or our ridiculous job stresses or families or anything else under the sun.

It’s been a lovely day so far.  We both slept in, though for me “sleeping in” still means waking up radically earlier than for him, because I am the one the cats harass when they get hungry.  But anyway, there was sleep, there was enjoyment of Caturday over at Fark, and there was an excellent lunch at our favorite German restaurant.   Stuffed with wurst and kartoffelpuffer,  we then formed an excellent plan for my birthday next month.  We’d originally been planning a proper trip somewhere, but it’s now looking like we’ll be going to  Austin two weeks later, so I have to conserve my personal days at work.  So instead we’re planning a much more local, fairly silly trip to see the local “sights” of Western Pennsylvania.  Although I think I will keep an eye on e-savers that weekend, because if the flights are right, we could just go somewhere really cool on no notice instead.

Then Len played online while I watched Night of the Living Dead, which I somehow have never seen despite seeing all the other George Romero films, and which was excellent.  Zombies are very romantic.

Soon, we are going to go to Bed, Bath, and Beyond, because the internet has informed me that the appropriate eight-year gifts are bronze, pottery, or appliances, and appliances win since the cats break pottery and I don’t even know where to get bronze.  So we’re going to see if there’s some wacky appliance we both want and can get for each other, and then off to the grocery store to get dinner fixings.  I love when we cook together, and we don’t do it nearly often enough, so I’m looking forward to making an unholy mess of the kitchen, having fun, making something extravagant and delicious, possibly with a new appliance of some sort, and generally feeling happy that I have had a lovely day (and for that matter a lovely eight years) with someone I love very much.