My office is currently waging war on the senses….well…mostly just olfactory.

Nothing gross - just very…ethnic.

This morning I put a roast in the crockpot, and it seems no matter how many times I wash my hands, they still smell delicious - onions and garlic….and now soap.  On top of that, I went across the street to the sandwich place (actually, they don’t make sandwiches, but the previous owners ran it as a sandwich house, so for now and always - it’s the sandwich place) and got a chicken shawarma for lunch.  I’m pretty sure it’s TNT clean (correct me if I’m wrong), minus the pita - I mean, it’s essentially seasoned chicken with vegetables and tahini.  So now, I personally smell like a Lebanese village.

Yesterday was my first day back at the Goodlife gym near the office.  I was going to have to make the transition from the condo gym before Phase three anyway, so sleeping in was as good a reason as any to reinsert myself into the public gym.  The place has some new equipment and wasn’t as retarded packed, although still fairly well populated, as I was afraid of.  I managed to get through the RT without any fighting over equipment, and I’m actually looking forward to going back tomorrow.

I like going in the afternoon, over lunch.  Not only do I get to sleep a little more, but it breaks up my day nicely.  My vocation doesn’t really prepare one for keeping regular office hours, so when I have to do it, I like to get out for a bit.

I was going to go back today, actually, to get in a CT, but my legs and my right arm are feeling pretty trashed from yesterday - I’m not really sure why - so I thought I’d give them the day off.  I suspect that 120lbs on the lat machine at the condo gym and 120lbs at the Goodlife might differ somewhat.