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-I was so worn out from all the togetherness last week that I locked myself inside Friday-Sunday and did not venture out until Sunday afternoon for a cook-out at my parents' house. And if you're looking for any Netflix documentary suggestions, go watch Email Order Bride right now and be glad you're not a Russian woman. I also have some other suggestions if you're in the mood to grieve for the people of North Korea.
-I made a rule for myself several months ago that I wouldn't get ANYTHING from the library until I finished the two books I've been in the middle of for over a year. I fi-na-lly finished the 600 page Bonhoeffer that's been on my nightstand since September (such an incredible book), and last night I stayed up and finished the other book that's been sitting there over a year. I feel so proud of myself right now. I went to the library's website this morning to reserve books with wild abandon (this is what I imagine most women would feel like in a shoe store with someone else's credit card), and the website was down. But either way, I'm so excited to make a dent in my Goodreads list that I could puke.
-I wore my fitbit for the first time yesterday, and I was so intent on hitting that 10,000 step goal that even after an hour long walk, I walked around my apartment for 15 minutes before bed to make it happen. I felt a little like a woman from the 80s on a walk with her pedometer and walkman. (Does anyone happen to know what time Jazzercise starts?). The only downside is that it makes me feel like I'm wearing a tracking bracelet on parole.
-It's going to be in the 90s and humid today, and it is only June. How mad would you get if I told you that yesterday I started fantasizing about October? Because I did.