And I still leave the gym in half sleeved T-shirts!
Funny how I feel the sand against my feet and cringe. Or not. I didn't find it much of a problem last weekend to walk barefoot on the sand, unlike how I have always felt. I have always hated the sand touching my feet.
On the weather:
Cold nights are what I mostly miss, I miss snuggling up and endlessly, restlessly searching for a position where I am entirely warm.
I have been compulsively buying books lately, and haven't been reading as much. I think it is because of work. Currently, I am reading French Woman Don't Get Fat and so far, I love the book! Waiting in line are: The unbearable lightness of being, 1984, In the eye of the sun.
Anyway it's time to go to what has been hitting me as a tedious job this week. Then I go to the gym, hopefully!