sixty-nine

So, because we're saving our pennies - I haven't been going anywhere on lunch. No gas wasted. No temptations to buy anything. I've been walking the outer University hour. I've been walking an hour in the am at home, again at work on lunch and the hallways at work at night when it's slow. I'm getting in about 3 hours a day, and I feel it. Thankfully the weather has been beautiful - making the idea of walking on lunch seem more fun than browsing a thrift store.

There are soooo many cool things I want to take pictures of. Rock gardens, cool trees, maple taps, little intricatley designed little gates leading to secret gardens. All sorts of neat stuff. But I feel wierd and creepy taking pictures of other peoples things. Even though I'm dying to get some snapshots for inspirations for my own house. It's a really cool, old, ecletic neighborhood. So full of character.

Anyway, instead of any of that cool stuff you get me, walking. With a dress and boots (boots are made for walking, heels - not so much!)

In the mornings, I walk with no mp3 player. I like to take in the outside sounds. I find the city too noisy for me, so I listen to NPR while I walk

sixty-six

On some work days it's hard to get a picture. I work 10-12 hour days and on my 12 hour days I'm the only one at the office. I don't/can't leave. This is the window in my office. Yeah, it has bars. At least they're cute bars! And really, working till late I don't mind them there. This was around 6pm. Still light out! Spring, how I missed thee!

thirty-one.

Sunday. Twelve hours in this office.  

This is what our office looks like after I cleaned it last week. I share this office with another woman, I work Sunday-Wednesday and she works Wednesday-Saturday. I'm not a fan of this office. It's cluttered, dusty, dark. But she's been here longer and there's not much I can do since it's not wholly my space.