You know the phrase ' built like a fridge?' I do in fact feel like a compact refrigeration unit standing all bundled up on the light rail platform, which today is a wind tunnel.
Sunday I ran 9 miles for the first time, making it the Best.9-mile.Ever. That was my inner mantra as the last couple miles sagged on long after the sun sank past the horizon. I got some good shots of downtown Mpls the St. Paul side of Mississippi and the Lake st bridge.
I got about half of the stuff on my long-weekend list done but made some good and mouth-burning Ma Po tofu and other tasty foods to make up for my sloth. The blogosphere really made cooking a whole new world. Not being limited by one's (or the library's) collection of cookbooks is very nice. The funny stories attached to recipes add a lot of flavor too.
I am mostly done with The Sub, and it's still engrossing and wickedly funny. Taking a detour into Sara Schulman's History of the US before finishing the Halberstam and queer theory anthology though. Will get around to discussing those eventually...
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