My butt muscles are sore. I'm not sure you needed to know that. But I went to the gym yesterday after skipping for a few days, and while I expected my arm muscles to be sore from the weight machines (they are), I didn't expect my butt to get sore. But it did. I think because I was feeling impatient, so I set the walking speed on the machine a fair bit higher than I normally do (which, obviously, doesn't make the workout end any faster, nor does it actually make it harder, since the machine just lowers elevation to compensate, keeping you at your target heart rate, but it made me feel better nonetheless, because I am apparently easily fooled), and I even ran for a few minutes (when my heart rate started climbing up past 180, I decided I probably wasn't really up to running yet), so somewhere in there, some muscles I don't normally use much got a workout. Weird. So lucky you, you get to spend part of your morning reading about my sore butt...
Stayed up late talking to Karina last night. Slept late today. Must read. Must read and read and read. And buy shellac, if they have it at the hardware store across the street and if said store is open on a Sunday. That's my plan for the morning.