Garth seems to be feeling better, not only is he eating mostly normal, but he
attacking me as usual. I realized what a nice kitty he was while sick, now
he's back to his antics. I have gotten quite adept at giving him pills though.
Pop it in, down it goes, I don't think he's even minding so much. Or he's
gotten really good at holding them in his mouth and hiding the pills in a
corner where I can't find them. He will soon have a playmate, Fidget. She's a
9 mos girl from the shelter. Garth is a big boy though I think he might be
bigger than she. I'm hoping she will teach the boy some manners.

Winter needs to be over.

Saturday I cooked a ham, candied sweet potatoes, and green beans with almonds.
yummy, yummy, though I'm going to have ham sandwiches until next week I think.
It was a little pre mardi gras feast. I gave Garth some of the ham, but he
didn't like it.

I finished reading the Silmarillion, almost done with the Epic of Gilgamesh,
and my lot of Patrick O'brian books should arrive today or tomorrow. I went
swimming last night and realized how out of swimming shape I am, not that I
was ever in good swimming shape. I was done to 145lbs on Saturday. I have been
fluctuating between 149-145 the last week. 145 seems to be a threshold weight
for me, I can't seem to get below it. I'm trying to get down to 130-135 which
according to the BMI indexes and such an ideal weight, though on the high side
of ideal.

Art class starts this week which I'm looking forward to, but it means no
boxing for next 5 weeks. No boxing is serious bummer. I've been feeling really
pent up and restless lately and that has been the safety valve. Not to mention
it's an amazing workout. I love that kind of sore, the kind that several days
after wakes you up during the night to stretch your tummy from the ab workout.
Yoga is nice, but the boxing is so agressively spiritual. I wish they offered
boxing more than 1 day a week.