Where does the time go? Of course, lately I’m so focused on work stuff, fertility stuff and fitness stuff, it’s no wonder that time is flying by. Not that I have any news on the fertility front. I got a Pottery Barn Kids catalog in the mail the other day, I guess because I shop at Williams Sonoma (which also owns PB) and they think my demographics indicate that I’m likely to have a child. Which, yes, Pottery Barn Kids, I’m trying. Thanks for assuming. Seriously, though, I called my RE’s office on Friday to make my first appointment in just about a year, only to discover that for some reason, they were closed from 11 to 5 that day. I hope that’s not an omen.
As far as my fitness goes, I’ve been stuck at the same weight for weeks now, probably due to all the temptations of holiday treats. That’s behind me, thank goodness, but I really want to get my weight loss jump started again. That means paying extra attention to what I’m eating, and making sure I’m getting plenty of exercise. John has embarked on his own get fit plan, so I’ve been trying to be supportive of his efforts, too.
On the entertainment front, I’m just a little bit top heavy on the post-apocalyptic front, but I do have a couple of recommendations to share. First, the movie Children of Men, which John and I both really liked. It is a good story, well written, well acted, and visually interesting. My movie evaluating skills aren’t quite sophisticated to describe exactly what it is that I liked so much about the way it was filmed, but John says it has to do with the documentary feel, and the continuous shots they used. It is a little depressing and bleak at times, but ultimately hopeful. Plus, it features the Battersea Power Station, complete with flying pig.
I also just finished the book World War Z, which Chris was kind enough to recommend to me recently. It was a fast read, but a very enjoyable one. It tells the story of a Zombie World War as an oral history from many different points of view. It’s very cleverly done, with enough “real” facts woven into the story to make it feel, well, real. Almost plausible. And it isn’t scary, because it is people sharing their recollections, rather than being an action packed narrative. Although there was one section about dogs (naturally) that almost made me cry. Of course, as I was reading the book today, we also had The Stand on in the background because they ran the whole mini-series today on the SciFi channel. So I’m practically on fake humanity-threatening catastrophe overload. I haven’t holed up in the attic with a rifle just yet (the fact that we have neither an attic nor a rifle is only one of the contributing factors there) but I have started wondering if we should at least have a disaster kit. You know, flashlights, batteries, maybe a sleeping bag or two. Do you have stuff on hand like that? Or have I absorbed one cataclysm story too many? Because I can’t help thinking that we are pretty much completely unprepared to deal with any sort of emergency, be it a highly unlikely zombie incursion or something more prosaic, like an ice storm or a hurricane.
