Last night, after dressing my naked sister for her date, I cruised home and ate a quiet and subdued dinner while reading the news. The only reason I paticularly point out the "quiet and subdued" is simply because after you spend half an hour with my sister, the whirling dervish of energy, just about everything seems quiet and zen-like.

After puttering around for a bit, I finally dressed and went to the gym. Now, I have a little confession to make. Just recently, I discovered the beauty of watching TV while doing cardio. Before, when I worked out in the mornings, the early, early mornings, nothing of interest was on. Leaving me to listen to highly unmotivational music or puff out a interesting conversation with my sister. The latter two activities aren't exactly conducive to distraction. The minutes slowly drag by. But, when watching whatever evening entertainment they have on, suddenly I find myself cranking out an hour of cardio, no problem!Last night I did over an hour of cardio and a good ab workout. I was in the gym for roughly and hour and forty minutes. Now, please understand! Back in the day, I would mercilessly ridicule my sister for spending extrodinary amounts of time in the gym. And by extrodinary, I mean anything over half an hour. But now that SHE is the one with the whirling social life, my other sister is married and my best friend lives two hours away, I find myself becoming the quietly cliched single woman who rocks out with her iPod.

After the gym, I went grocery shopping. GROCERY SHOPPING! I quietly rolled about the store, headphones intact, picking up healthy food. HEALTHY FOOD! And THEN, I went home and prepared my lunch for work. Of course, midway through the preparation I got a call from the previously mentioned sister who had finished her date. Living vicariously through her.

Dashed over to her apartment to rehash it, then came home and finished my preparations. I felt so single and lonely and LOVING IT. This morning, I trotted into work with two carefully and neatly packed lunches. One for me, one for my sister. I felt so domesticated! I felt so... old! Before you know it, I will be cutting our sandwiches into shapes and making bug cupcakes.

I think the whole single and lonely myth is encouraged because people might actually find the solitude ENJOYABLE. AND GOD FORBID IF WE DIDN'T PROCREATE AND FILL THE WORLD WITH SCREAMING TODDLERS.

I'll leave that to my sister.