The heat has come.  Friday morning my butter was just starting to separate, so I had to put it in the fridge.  It’ll be there for months, until it’s safe to leave it out come November or December when it cools off.  Friday afternoon I also noticed that my sweatpad was still damp when I left work.  If it absorbed enough sweat that it didn’t dry completely during the work day, that’s a sign that the heat has come as well.  It’s only going to be getting hotter, too. 

Speaking of bicycling, I finally had to come to terms with the fact that healthy people who exercise are more unnormal that I ever expected.  A week ago Friday Paula made sure to tell Jessica about my commute.  I’m kind of used to people doing that, so I’ve become blase about the whole thing.  But then she made sure to tell her something about my thighs.  I didn’t really understand what the big deal was, so I just let it go and stayed out of it.  Then this Friday Stephanie did a similar thing.  She made sure to tell Sandi about my commute, then wanted to see my calves.  So, she hiked up my right pant leg and made a big deal about my calf, and made sure to show it off to Sandi.  So I guess I can’t deny it anymore.  Trying to be healthy by exercising has made me a deformed freak.  I mean, my body looks natural to me, but then again I don’t focus on other people’s bodies like many women do.  It’s not going to change my regimen, but at least I can be aware of how other people view me.  I know a lot of times I can be clueless about that.

I also wanted to comment some on my weekend, but I have to go.  More later.

“Plants cry their gratitude for the sun in green joy.” ~Astrid Alauda