Yesterday was a good day, for it was yesterday that I loaded my last bag into an airplane. Ever. Seriously, if I even think about going back, please tell me that I am an idiot and that I swore I would never do that again.
It has also occured to me that now, at this very moment, my upper body is in the best shape of my life. For three years, I have gotten an unintentional workout every day, and now, lacking for heavy things to pick up, my arms will begin to wither and weaken. Unless I start going to the gym, which we all know I won't do. So it goes.
Today I shopped. I bought all manner of nice shirts, slacks, ties, and shoes. The gay man that lives inside me has never been so happy.
And on an unrelated note, I discovered a fantastic sandwich shop today. Anyone remotely close to Minneapolis should seriously consider visiting
Be'wiched. Actually, no. Don't consider. Just go.