I think I could have probably posted an entry yesterday, but I was feeling slightly rebellious after 31 straight days of journalling, so I threw caution to the winds and skipped a day. Work is basically the same. My trainee whom I did not think was going to pass obviously realized the same thing and decided to bow out gracefully and tender his resignation--no small relief to me since I was not looking forward to having to recommend that he not continue in the program. It's been miserably cold the past two days, and yesterday was not only miserably cold, but also miserably wet and generally ooky. I've been fightin a head cold tooth-and-nail since the weekend, and I thought I was actually going to win the battle and not really get sick, but yesterday was a day of uncharacterstic weather (for this area) with sleet and ice and little patches of slushy snow, and I had to stand outside in the damn shit far too many times without gloves or hat. I did have my long underwear on under my uniform pants, which probably saved me from pneumonia, but the constant moving from warm inside to wet and cold outside cause my nose to run constantly, and by the evening my body obviously gave up the fight and succumbed to the inevitable. As colds go though it's really not that bad, other than a stuffy head and runny nose. It's the first full-fledged cold I've had in over a year, so I guess I'm due. I've also been quite less than strict about my diet and vitamins and workouts this past month, as well as shorting myself on sleep a great deal lately, so I've no one to blame but myself.

This too shall pass.

Today I plan on going to the gun store and buying a new gun using the gift certificate that Mom gave me, and then I absolutely must get back into the gym, cold or no cold. I haven't worked out since before Christmas, and I am starting to feel like a giant slug-beast. I am also beginning the proper-eating routine (dare I say the word "diet"?) today, though I did go to breakfast with J this morning (and you may draw your own conclusions from that if you so desire) and ate a really fattening and yummy crabmeat and cream cheese omelet. However J totally understands my desire to do the contest this year and has decided that he's going to train to run the Crescent City Classic this year (10K race--he's run it a number of times in the past), so we will figure out a way to coordinate social life with strange eating patterns.

I'm really enjoying spending time with him. This is awfully cool.