I decided to give up on the sofa for a while. I hope. I'm not good on abandoning stuff like this - I'm kind of a dog with a bone. But, really, I don't need it. Yes, it would be nice to have an alternative comfortable sitting spot but not worth the hassle.
I killed some time this afternoon on my brother's website. While the game played on.
I cooked those potatoes I got the other day (from the Canadian potato people) last night and they were delicous. So I fried up some of the leftovers for breakfast this morning and they were delicious. Just now I cut up the rest and made potato salad. OMG. I am on a potato roll here.
It's too hot to walk so I think I'll watch some TV and knit. When my back gets tired of that - probably in an hour - I'll go take a garage walk.
Nice Sunday. machupicchu wrote not long ago about his ex-roommate asking him recently how he would rate his life currently - on a scale of 1-10. He said in that entry that he didn't know anyone who would rate their life a 10. My immedate thought was - well, I sure would. And then I decided to chew on it a while and make sure. So I have. I've chewed on it for several days now. And, I still think my life is a 10.
There are magic wand things I might change. I'd like to be thinner without having to change any eating habits. I'd like better lungs but I do ok with my poor suffering ones. Really if I didn't have my life already, it would be the one I wanted to have. So... yeah... 10 and so grateful for it.