The soles of my feet are sore....

...well, sort of. The kind of sore that stings when you first weight them but is otherwise just warmth. I suppose they've an excuse. Today, I did a half hour on the treadmill (fitness room at work, and I was still on the daytime pager until 5:30 anyway - reading a book and exercising is a good use of it). Then, being Bright Me, I went off and did all the shopping I hadn't done while on-call. Which means I hit Craft Warehouse, Michael's, Cost Plus, and K-Mart. And yes, walked most of the store in each case. I also went to Fred Meyer's but only wandered a couple sections. Oh, and Fry's: straight back to the computers, price them, then straight out the door.

( The saga of the dead computers at work. Whee. )

I like my new office, honestly. It's growing on me. I'll be glad when they UV-protect the center window panel, which isn't, but I'll be sorry too. It's so vivid and alive to look out that window, compared to the adjacent greyish ones. Sunlight and green, and the glint off of cars (okay, that hurt my eyes at one point, but...).

( Scattershot disjoint observations from various parts of the day. )

Okay, not babbling any more for now. :) Bedtime.