Reconnected (and it feels so good)
Dec. 3rd, 2013 03:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceI am once again all about the quantity; I count once more.
Or in other words, can haz Fitbit.
I have been painfully conscious, during this late ten-day interregnum, of all my many steps - not wasted, no, but not recorded either. Weird, how much that seemed to matter: as though the unquantified life were somehow not worth counting. I'd only had the predecessor-Fitbit for a matter of weeks, and yet. I have always been friends with numbers, it is true; something in my head seems to grab at them, in a kind of connectivity. Conductivity. Something.
Anyway: my wrist is once again adorned with a black rubber band. My every step is measured. Given how important this seems to be, perhaps I should resume my former habit of recording and reporting word-counts. It's been useful before, so maybe.
Right now, though, I'm heading for the store. I had this crisis yesterday: vodka but no tomato juice, ginger beer and lime cordial but no rum. Of such quandaries are strangely bad cocktails made.* Off to replenish, then; and home to start vanilla extractions, if that's not a step too far.
*Happily, I had both gin and tonic. And lemon. Phew.**
**I'm such a traditionalist.
Or in other words, can haz Fitbit.
I have been painfully conscious, during this late ten-day interregnum, of all my many steps - not wasted, no, but not recorded either. Weird, how much that seemed to matter: as though the unquantified life were somehow not worth counting. I'd only had the predecessor-Fitbit for a matter of weeks, and yet. I have always been friends with numbers, it is true; something in my head seems to grab at them, in a kind of connectivity. Conductivity. Something.
Anyway: my wrist is once again adorned with a black rubber band. My every step is measured. Given how important this seems to be, perhaps I should resume my former habit of recording and reporting word-counts. It's been useful before, so maybe.
Right now, though, I'm heading for the store. I had this crisis yesterday: vodka but no tomato juice, ginger beer and lime cordial but no rum. Of such quandaries are strangely bad cocktails made.* Off to replenish, then; and home to start vanilla extractions, if that's not a step too far.
*Happily, I had both gin and tonic. And lemon. Phew.**
**I'm such a traditionalist.