Two days ago I was trudging through a decimeter of sludge. Today the sun is shining and there isn’t so much as a puddle of melted snow in sight.
“Only in Sweden”, as my flatmate Jassa said as we were making our way back home from the gym this morning.
Ah, yes. I’ve started working out again recently. For health reasons, not in pursuit of some ideal figure, although I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t want to be a bit more toned, and strong more importantly. I hate feeling weak. But most of all, the regular exercise is supposed to help keep my moods in check and my endorphines flowing. So far, so good. I don’t know if it’s the sun or gym, but I feel quite happy today. (Not happy enough to take WordPress issues in stride though… I’m so frustrated with this coding fuckery that I’m this close to flinging my laptop across the kitchen!)
Speaking of moods: I’ve started taking a new medication in combination with the one I was already on, the initial side effects only lasted a couple of days (but they were bad though, I was so dizzy and nauseous I had to stay home from work.) and now I don’t even notice a difference. Other than that life continues to plough on, dragging me along with it.
Jassa just joined me in the kitchen and said she felt like baking another cake. (She made a chocolate one last night and we watched Let’s Dance on TV. Very domestic and cosy.)
Now she’s googling recepies on her phone. I’m staying out of it–recepies and I don’t see eye to eye–I’ve yet to eat the sort-of-ratatouille that I made for lunch, it’s been cooling on the stove for a good three hours now…