I Left From The Station With A Haversack And Some Trepidation

So, I decided to go on a diet a couple of weeks ago - nothing fancy; I call it the "ELDM" diet (Eat Less Do More), basically just being more mindful of what I'm putting down my gullet and making a point of actually getting out and moving around on a more-or-less regular basis.

I'm not experiencing any spectacular "lost 6 inches in two weeks!" sort of phenomenon, but at the same time, I'm not feeling overly compelled to sue somebody either. And it HAS made a difference; the pants are a little less snug than they were a couple of weeks ago, and the joints don't feel quite so creaky after a four or five mile walk. It hasn't required any major lifestyle changes, just a little adjustment here and there, so maybe I can even stick with it for a few months, just to see what happens.

Otherwise, not much else going on. I've been up to my eyeballs at work between catching up on the backlog from being gone for most of a week, to scrambling to get a few new projects booked for members, to starting in with the real nitty-gritty of the new office remodel and impending move. With my boss gone for the past two weeks, I've taken the initiative to pull all the pieces of the move together, of which there seem to be quite a few: scheduling movers, contacting the phone company, engaging a document disposal service, getting bids on signage, starting to contact vendors, coordinating with our national office, etc., etc.. Two months seems like plenty of time to get everything in place, but the way time seems to be flying by lately, it'll be mid-October before I can blink.

Oh, and did I mention I'm planning a fundraiser for The Theatre that - naturally - is happening at exactly the same time as the move? Of course I am.

Never boring around here. Nope. Not ever.