Pudding, saving, stepping

I am on the sixth day of another attempt at completing an allergy elimination diet. It's difficult because the food you're allowed to eat is bland, but last night I made gluten-free butterscotch pudding for dessert and it was delicious. Deeee-LICIOUS.  Luke said it was a "tremendous pudding". *pats self on back* (And there's leftovers!)

I'm slowly starting to feel better and I'm saving loads of money because I can't eat out or buy lunch, which is handy since I'm seriously starting to consider not getting another flatmate in... It's a lot of money, but I think maybe it's worth it.

Today is day 10 of the Global Corporate Challenge. So far walking 10,000 steps a day hasn't been hard. My daily average is 15,950 steps and my personal best is 19,389. I thought my weekend step-count would be much higher than my week-day count because I usually do a lot of walking on weekends and I have an office job, but I'm walking more during the week. That's quite pleasing  - I might work at a desk, but I'm not sedentary.

Stationary and crisp

Spotted on Bourke Street

Ah, I love it when I spot a spelling error. This isn't as pleasing as finding a mistake in The Age newspaper, but it's still pretty good, especially given the name of the shop. Or maybe they sell statues?

Years ago I pressed a boyfriend to name something about me that irritated him, and all he could come up with was my penchant for pointing out spelling errors on signs and in menus. Either he thought I was just about perfect or he was lying to me.

Crispy

There's lots of crispy leaves on the footpath in my street lately, I suppose because the hot weather has dried them out nicely. CRUNCHY CRUNCH CRUNCH!

Have I mentioned that I have my flat to myself for nearly a month? Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Wheeeeeeeeeee!

I have my flat to myself for just over three weeks. Woohoo! My flatmate is about to get on a plane to fly to Europe for a holiday. I reckon having the place to myself makes me almost as happy as overseas travel makes her.

Looking forward to:

* sleeping, showering and peeing with the doors open;

* not vacuuming again until the day before she returns;

* not having to creep around when she's sleeping;

* playing my music as loud as I want;

* not spending so much time in my bedroom; and

* being able to watch a DVD whenever I want and not worry about the noise bothering her if she's in bed.

And now I'm going to watch a DVD.

Good news!

My building sold at auction two weeks ago, and I have been in a state of uncomfortable uncertainty since. But good news! I found out today the new owner wants to sign us all up to new 12-month leases. Hooray! I get to stay in my sunny little inner city haven!

It's such a relief and I'm thrilled to bits. The only thing that could possibly dim my joy is that the rent is going up (amount TBA) and I will probably be forced to rent out the spare room. But at least I have the option of getting a flatmate to share the rent, hey?

I adore living on my own, but the more I think about the prospect of sharing again, the more enthusiastic - or perhaps the less apprehensive - I am about it. There can be positives about sharing - including the potential for making a great new friend - but the benefit that appeals to me most right now is the extra $100+ in my hand each week.

Finding the right person to share with will be the key, but maybe that could be fun too. I want to share with a guy, so I might meet a lot of (hopefully not creepy) men...

The view

The photo above is the view from my lounge room window. When I look out the window from where I'm sitting now, the full moon is staring back at me.

More of 333

I dropped into 333 Collins Street Monday afternoon to admire the gorgeousness of the domed vault. Here's a couple of better shots of it than the one I posted on Sunday, with bonus Christmas tree top.