I love new months. I love them. It’s like New Years all over gain, except less champagne and parties. Okay, so it’s nothing at all like New Years, but turning the calendar over to a new page feels like a new start for me. I’ve got another date tonight. I know, I said I’d stop dating for a while, but I swear a memo must have been sent out when I cut ties with the last guy I was seeing. I’m on an upswing. This guy seems relatively normal. We’re getting a drink post work, and afterward I want to catch up with a friend who just came back from a month abroad. So, exercise, I’m not sure, perhaps a yoga DVD.