I like that my wife is into my dad-bod.

And I’m thinking about putting the trainer and my bike in the dirt floor basement. I’d like to lose 20 pounds, and listen to more books.

We’ve lived in this house for nearly 6 months now. Settling in is a Rubik’s Cube: to get one item in place, one has to take everything out, re-arrange it in dazzling magic of spins and twists in 3D space, then put it all back, now without that one item, which has been moved to the kitchen drawer, so that you can find everything when you go to look for it next time, and so your life can move around the chaos more easily.

We’re getting there. This week I scratched off some items from the first weeks off the list. So, 2 down, infinity to go.