Getting tired

When my parents asked how I was doing over the weekend, I told them, "Good, but I'm slowing down some." A few different outings over the last week have made me aware of my own physical limits -- it's weird to feel like doing things but to have to take into consideration that my body is going to give out at some point. It's like a preview of old age, I suppose.

In the end, I'm still feeling great. I don't have aches and pains, no heartburn, no sleeping troubles. Nothing concrete to complain of, in all honesty. I just notice that I can't hold up as long as usual -- I get a little achy and sore by the end of the day and I start to dream of putting my feet up. This is frustrating for me, but I am learning to enjoy remaining reclined for a good portion of every evening.

Today I completely overdid myself. This morning I had a birthing class, which itself is about a 15 minute walk from the metro. Afterwards, I walked another 20 mins or so to my medical lab to run some tests. By the time I finished, I was starving, but I didn't have enough time to make a trip home worth it -- I had about three hours to kill before my Arabic class, but it takes me an hour to get from my house to class alone. So instead I hopped on the bus to visit Vegas, who works near my classes. That entailed another 15 minute walk or so. He wasn't around, so I walked up to an Asian restaurant and had lunch by myself, and then decided to kill some time in the bookstore. I walked another ten minutes back to Vegas' shop and he still was nowhere to be found, and I had conveniently left my cell phone at home. By this point, I had two hours to kill and I was desperately needing a place to sit. Having already spent money on lunch, I didn't want to splurge for coffee, but I didn't want to spend my remaining time sitting on the stiff benches of the Sorbonne.

Instead, I had a stroke of genius. My back was making me wince by this point, so my main goal was to get somewhere with comfortable chairs. God, if only I could watch a movie right now, I thought. And, almost as a reflex, I turned right and headed towards one of the local theaters where I have an unlimited movie pass.

I showed up about ten minutes late for "Jesus Camp" but I had actually already seen the beginning, so it wasn't too big of a deal. The theater only had three other people in it, so I could stretch out and get reeeaaalllly comfortable. It was the best feeling ever. The movie was interesting -- although freaky -- but mainly I was happy to be sitting in a warm place for 90 minutes.

Afterwards, I had another four hours of classes and then I took the bus back to my neighborhood. I stopped by the grocery store and picked up the fixings for two VERY simple meals. One is for tonight, as I am way too tired to cook much of anything.

The other is for tomorrow, when I am sure to come home in a similar state. I have rented a car to make the second pilgrammage to Ikea -- I need to pick up some very boring things like: plastic boxes, a mat for under the office chair to protect the wood floors, dishtowels. I am also thinking of getting one of those uber cheap but comfy chairs Ikea has made so popular, as nothing in my house has arm rests and I am thinking a good chair is a worthwhile investment. And then I might get a crib.

HA HA HA: Edited to add: I fell asleep while writing this entry last night. So it's getting cut off there. But ha! I actually fell asleep with the laptop on the bed and woke up around midnight thinking I should probably turn it off.