Sunday evenings in winter are depressing, especially if you haven’t done anything all weekend.

I did do some stuff:

Friday evening I hung out with some friends at Therapy (very crowded) and then watched the Sci-Fi Channel with them.

Yesterday I got up early. Praise be.

I went to the gym, where my biceps, still almost nonexistent, nevertheless appeared able to perform more reps of a particular weight than they could on Wednesday. So while I can’t really see any results yet with my eyes, I guess something must be happening.

I also did my taxes yesterday, though I haven’t filed them yet. I’m really frustrated, because TurboTax tells me I should get a $26 refund from New York while my own calculations tell me I owe New York several hundred dollars. I’ve double checked both my TurboTax inputs and my own calculations. Whom do I trust? And why am I so stressed out by this when I still have two and half months in which to do my taxes? I don’t know. But I like to get my taxes over and done with.

Last night we went out to a Greek restaurant for dinner with my family. Afterwards, we came home and I tried to solve my tax problem again. Unsuccessfully. Doing my taxes on a Saturday night – what a party animal!

Today I went to the gym again and did cardio on the elliptical machine. I’ve found that both the Altar Boyz cast album and “Schoolhouse Rock” songs are great cardio accompaniment.

The rest of the day I’ve been reading the Sunday paper.

And that’s that. We haven’t done anything else all weekend – haven’t gone anywhere interesting, no new neighborhoods, no museums with insightful or entertaining exhibits – nothing. And this is Manhattan.

And tomorrow is Monday and I get to start the whole thing over again.