On the way to work my car hit exactly 44,000 miles. In fact, it did it half a mile from the parking lot, so I can safely round down on that and call it good. The intersection of a large, even number and my final destination are amusing to me.
I got on the scale this morning and it appears I've managed to lose 4 lbs. In my recent understanding that I will continue to exist, I have vowed to take better care of myself. The first step of that was to begin exercising every evening for at least half an hour in some form. Some days I get in a little more exercise than others. Some days the exercise is something silly like using the Pilates ball for an impromptu soccer game in the living room (NOT a wise idea, by the way, unless you know how to trap and drop the ball immediately after it becomes airborne).
Bob bought a soccer ball, as it turns out we both have decent body memory when it comes to playing that, and have plans to engage in that and tennis to make use of muscles and tendons that don't normally move at our computer desk jobs. I'm looking forward to it. I hiked a hill last night and my body loved the challenge. I guess I should've realized the tomboy was still in there somewhere.
Another oddity, something I noted the other day but didn't really document, was that up until now my hair has been very red. Sometimes aided by a bottle, but usually it's red. It has since turned a coppery-light brown color and stayed there. I don't mean it faded to that, it just suddenly STOPPED being red.
I'm tired of dying it. So it's going to stay at this color. It's not a bad color at all, I'm just not used to it. It's sort of a light brown-strawberry blonde collision. We'll see if it stays that way or darkens up. I'm looking forward to seeing what the Unadorned Me looks like.