To be precise, it has been 364 days. almost one year. almost.  wouldn't it be funny if i gave in now?  maybe i should give in now, to make a pointed joke.

Next on my bucket list is running a marathon.

This is one of those periods where I feel like life is catching up to me.  Between work and social obligations, I haven't had more than a few hours on a weekend to call my own.  I want cheese, tea, hammocks and fantasy novels on a lonely saturday afternoon. I get parades and marches and dinner parties instead.  some people would kill for things to do on the weekend.  some people would jump at the chance to get out of the house.