I Can See Clearly Now

"Ah!!!"
d jumped.
It's kinda funny, unless you're her. Eight years we've been married now, almost nine, and even when everything logical tells her there's just the two of us in the place, I can still startle the bejeesus out of her.
The weird thing is it doesn't usually happen when I dance into the room to a reggae beat, singing.

We'd been watching a bit of Cool Runnings - hey, it's the night before the Olympics - and I was popping upstairs to get on the bike. I couldn't find my training shoes, so I'd popped straight back again to look for them. The credits of the movie were rolling, so I kinda reggae'd my way into the room, singing along to "I can see clearly now the rain has gone' - again, a more appropriate song for the current heatwave in the World Capital of Drizzle it would be hard to imagine.

"Ah!!!"
d jumped.
"Scared the bejeesus out of me..." she said.
She stared at me a moment.
"You didn't look like yourself," she said.
"Is that good?" I asked.
"Yeah, you didn't look like you, you looked like some skinny guy in a T-shirt..."
Our front door was open of course, in the heat, so it made a little more sense than you might imagine. Some reggae'ing skinny guy could have wandered along our balcony and danced his way in.

But of course he hadn't. It was me.

It was very sweet of her to mistake me for a skinny guy, but it's too early for such comparisons to be accurate. I walked five miles this morning, and did some biking tonight, and ate reasonably sensibly - fish and tomato-salad for dinner. But I also weighed this morning, and I know it's too early to start talking skinny again. Let's at least look at things clearly, eh?

Still, she is sweet...

Blood was 6.2 this morning. So no change there then. Humph.