Losing track of the point
John is working on his blog software, I’m cataloguing (Really, spellcheck? That looks SO wrong. I want to pronounce it cat-uh-log-YOO-ing. I might from now on.) our books because I’ve noticed that many are missing from my spreadsheets (Yes, plural. Don’t you talk about me and my spreadsheets.), and I’m finishing a bottle of wine I wasn’t really crazy about. (Yes, there is such a thing. Let’s all forget that I’m drinking it anyway.) This one was described as “herbaceous” at the store. I’m not getting anything herb-y out of it.
Leaving the not-so-great wine out of the equation – no, even including the not-so-great wine, this is a pretty great way to spend a Sunday afternoon. I got my nails done earlier (at a place I will NOT be going back to – I don’t know why I keep trying out new places. I love my normal place. I should just keep going there.), and John painted the trim between the library (that used to be the dining room and has no furniture other than my desk (where I am not sitting) and the bookshelves) and the family room, and yesterday we went to Home Depot to start pricing hardwood floors because we’re going to do the whole upstairs ourselves, and I feel like this weekend we’ve reached a nice balance of productive (painting, estimates, laundry, etc.) and relaxing (blog software, book organizing, wine, etc.).
The other thing I did while I was out today was ask around about this GPS watch I’m thinking about getting. I wanted to ask some real runners what they use, so I went to the one of our local running stores (I went to another one last week) to talk to someone. I’m thinking about the Garmin Forerunner 210, and the only decision I have left to make is whether I want that one or the 610. I’m leaning towards the 210.
Man, I am very much over this wine. And I’m going back to my books. And thinking about dinner. Because I’m hungry.