hovering

For reason I have yet to comprehend, I've been unusually tired the past few days. It's not for lack of sleep, that's for sure.

Finally, winter has come upon us. With the exception of a few cold days back in November, early December, we've has an exceptionally warm winter. It's been in the 60s for a good long while and has even gotten up to the 70s a few times. Not really the type of winter I was expecting. Today, the cold has come. The house is definitely feeling it too. For the next week, the temperatures aren't supposed to get above 51 and the lows are going to drop to the 20s (and even the teens). Seeing such a forecast makes me very thankful for my electric blanket. I haven't had need of it recently but now I believe I'll make excellent use of it.

Today was a relaxing day. Despite being foiled in my plans yesterday to go work out for at least half an hour, I managed to achieve my goal today. I read the beginning of The Fellowship of the Ring as I went striding across Middle Earth... the fact that the elliptical machine I chose had an obnoxious squeak kind of ruined the experience though.

I went to Hobby Lobby to see if there was any yarn I wanted to purchase but decided that I was most assuredly broke so had to forgo that venture. Instead I bought groceries which leads to the title of this post. Hovering.

I suppose with the idea of working out in my mind I purchased mostly vegetables and fruit. An odd occurrence but that's what I did nonetheless. As I pushed my buggie through the produce section in a sad attempt to find clementines I noticed something usual about one of the employees. At first I disregarded him as just chatting with his coworker but it seemed the further I got from his coworker the less likely it was he was actually talking to said coworker. He did mutter a few things, just low enough to escape my hearing so I ignored him. Perhaps I was being a little paranoid because my workout clothes were a little more form fitting than they usually are (my baggier pants were in the wash). I went about my shopping but kept feeling his eyes on me... now I really sound paranoid. Finally, I finished in the produce section and moved down an aisle. He chose to go back to his work station (the fish market) and move down the counter to be able to see down the aisle. Nothing came of it if there even was something to be worried about. I worked my way across the store and didn't return there. Now that I'm home and warm under my electric blanket I'm more inclined to believe myself paranoid. I'm uncomfortable in form-fitting clothing especially form-fitting pants. More so now that my own coworkers have praised my posterior as something they wish they had.

The whole experience once more raises the question: Why are black men far more forward in expressing their appreciation for the female form than white men?

And the second question: Why do I usually get it?