Unfriending amnesty

I tend to roll on through each day assuming that people just somehow know that it's okay to unfriend me at any time and for any reason. There's very few of you who could hurt me by doing so, and even those who would I'd rather have you go with your heart if you don't want me reading your posts.

pyjamas are comfy!

My downstairs neighbor called earlier this morning and asked if she could borrow a couple of AA batteries to run her remote for a presentation she had to do, so I ran them down to her in my pyjamas. Then I went to the gym with Phoebe and came back, showered, and changed back into my pyjamas, so when she came back to return the batteries a minute ago the only change she could see in my state was that my hair was wet. She probably thinks I've done absolutely nothing, which most days would be correct. ;)

Boos and yays:
Yay - went to the gym!
Boo - was late.
yay/boo(?) - Phoebe was even later than I was. :) But we sweated, I did some elliptical, some stair climbing, tried to work on glutes and pecs and whatever those muscles are holding your shoulder blade down, and did some stretching. It felt like a hurried and random session, but I'm tired and got sweaty, so it must do some good. Wednesday we plan to be earlier and go out for breakfast, after. I don't know as that's a good idea for a regular basis, but treating myself to breakfast out might give me more impetus to go. Iit seems to have worked for a while for CeeJay and Diz, two other co-workers. They were going to the gym together on a regular basis for most of last winter, I think.