1) Riding the bus to my new job means I’m walking daily again, at least on weekdays. Funny how walking even a 1/2 mile or so every day can feel good, even if it’s spread throughout the day.
2) Yes, I have a temp gig. At the moment it’s a better fit than the old place.
3) The commute is a short bus ride and a longer bus ride – if I make connections badly it can take 90 minutes or more. I am getting better at making connections, though, and the long bus route is conducive to reading books or surfing the net (many of the buses have wifi). De-stressing on the way home is a good thing.
4) The trees are blooming, but my meds are keeping my asthma largely under control.
5) From s. e. smith’s thought-provoking post on what our culture means by “taking care of yourself“:
They don’t care about my health. They don’t care whether I am happy, whether I enjoy my body, whether I like moving and living in my body. They care that they don’t like looking at me and wish that my body would go away, would shrink, would dwindle away so that it will no longer offend their eyes. This is what people mean when they ask me if I’m ‘taking care of myself,’ when they give me a sidelong glance while I eat a doughnut, when they scrutinise me if I start to wheeze on a hike, because of course, I must be wheezing because I am fat and out of shape, not because I have asthma.
6) Hugs, kisses, and dinner from the man of the house. :)