I hate inefficiency. Loathe it. Despise it. Suffer it daily. Sigh. And while I’m griping, I wish the world would learn to spell and use grammar better.

Happy Birthday to me! My stomach is full of yummy Thai food and almond espresso birthday “cake” from the patisserie. Life is good. And I have a new blender to try out. End-of-summer smoothies are a go at my house.

In just a few days, I will be closer to 30 than to 25. I don’t think I can claim to be just out of college, anymore. (Though when I joined Curves this last week, one of the workers asked if I was in college.) I’ve heard the 30-year mark isn’t such a big deal, but I’m getting closer to it and evaluating what I’ve accomplished in the last 30 years. Am I saving enough for retirement? Is my career path strong and what can I do to improve it? Am I doing enough while I’m young and unencumbered? (The spouse is a bit of an encumberment, but the cat and I like to keep him around.) This would all be much easier, I’m sure, if I didn’t think about it at all instead of overanalyzing it.

Best course of action for introspection: practicing up on my Wii skills so I can kick the nephews’ butts when they come tonight to celebrate my birthday.

Sales of bottled water have now surpassed coffee in the U.S. according to an NYT article I read this last week. I know I spend ridiculous amounts of money on coffee, but I can’t imagine spending tons of money on water. I buy a few bottles of water a year, then reuse the bottles, filling them out of the tap, so that I can carry a cold bottle with me when I go shopping or on a walk. The rest of the world can buy water; I’ll keep fueling the coffee economy with my personal budget dollars.

The queen of the house has been feeling neglected, I think. She has been on my lap, stepping on my keyboard, insisting that her food and water need to be checked, and gently suggesting that the spouse’s absence (trying new restaurants in other cities without me ostensibly on a work trip) means she deserves wet food even though it’s not Sunday. I ignored the pleas for wet food and she seems content with constant petting. My cat is surely spoiled.

Guess I will have to break out my new Civ expansion–Beyond the Sword–when the spouse returns so he can take over the cat duties.