It's Getting To Be A Lot Less Kris Mass....

...it occurred to me on the bus into work this morning that I had seen Kris at barre and felt no impulse to greet her. She may not have seen me as I was at the other end of the room.
I am sad of course but letting go the weight is a liberation. I suppose.

I Am A Cat Toy

Saturday was a great day. The cats woke me up and demanded I feed them or play with them. They'd been successful at getting overfed by begging both floors, so a while back we agreed that they'd be fed only downstairs. That means I have to play with them in the morning, which is not a problem, but it does make me basically a cat toy.
They have balls and things to bat around, but mostly they want me to dangle a shoelace.
The 8:15 Barre class was great, as usual. It's weird how many reps with light weights or no weights can have such results.
I shipped a case of books, and met some DAV buddies for coffee, and then sources at the little thrift store nearby. Then it was off to the VA Hospital to distribute books. My reward for that is to walk in the garden a little bit.
This weekend the ladies are hanging with their friends at Pride Week events, with the parade tomorrow and all. I'm enjoying the house and catching up on chores. It's domestic but fun!