It’s the evening after the evening I watched Wonder Woman.

It’s Saturday, and I did not creative write today. I just read instead.

Tonight, the Lobo men hoops team, depleted of talent after a sizable exodus of players last year, and picked to finish ninth (of eleven teams) in conference play, had a second come-from-behind win over a good conference opponent this week- and suddenly, they are all alone in third place in the Mountain West Conference. That’s awesome. And wacky.

I went out and ran errands today and a) discovered I had a hole in the seat of my pants that air conditioned my bum pretty well and shared my underwear preference with the world, and later, at one point, b) bent down to look at products on a low shelf, and ripped the left knee out of my pants with a full tear occurring from side to side in the front. That was awesome. When I came home, I threw those pants away.

I got on the scale this evening and my weight was at 230. My blood pressure has been floating high the last few weeks. I texted Bonnie about it and she said exercise- that is the necessary solution to so may health problems. High blood pressure is inflammation in our bodies. We collect junk in our bodies that has to be pushed out, like toothpaste from a tube through the rigors of exercise. I know this is true. Light-headed and dizzy moments tell me it is true. My body is asking for help, for health. And my mind fights it. Because lazy happens.

I was able to pick up 4 used Hillerman mysteries from a book store for 8 bucks. I was stoked, except I want to read the novels in order, and the book store did not have a used copy of the next book in the series. Do you skip it, or hold on and order it and sustain your desire to keep things in order? I think the latter is right.

Black cat hair makes carpets look dirty. But the little beasts are cute.

It would help if someone got these tiny chocolate bars out of my face.

I stopped at Walmart before watching the Lobo game at my sister’s house earlier this evening and bought a pair of Wranglers to replace my holy pants. I hope they fit okay. The numbers on the label were right.

I gotta get off my duff and take care of myself. ‘Cause no one else will.

Soon, Lobo baseball, and then Cubs baseball.