today we watched the incredibles. laughable. stole glances to remind me you are truly back and here. huggable glory, you handsome trumpeter. devastatingly happy to see you. and your pretty presents were a treat. handsome pastel yellow and well fitted the top is. had a full day,full stomach too. i love every bit of you and all you say and do. the cd is great, i'm still listening to it. it's more lovely since it's from you. i feel drenched with affection. i love the chill hours, watchin' tv. the sniffin' was not so good but i'm good after some sleep tonight. gonna write write write and try to finish reading balzac. it's near the end. more apt than ever, the heroine and the power of love. tomorrow forty laps and picture taking. a sister's day and me and the fourth maiden, we're the night recorders. pretty pictures awaitin.

i did no 8km today but did a decent 5.5km in the morning. half was jog-walks cos of early morn stitches. i hate anything to come between me and my runs/swims. i'm taking a while to get use again to the tightening of muscles for runs cos' of my recent familiarity and love for the stretched feeling of the swims. it's lovely. okay, gotta be busy with the list of things to do by sat.

that said, more love, less self.