Job continues to go well. I've been investigating a couple of the shadier entities in the vastly under-regulated supplement market, set to publish results in a couple weeks.

In the process of moving my savings into a credit union. Appeals to my sensibilities, and my wallet. 5% APY on savings account for the first 2k with .25% on everything else, meaning that I will be earning about 166 times the interest on 2k, and about 6 times the interest above that. Plus, I currently live a 6 hour drive from the nearest branch of my bank, so I'm about done with that.

Have been going to the gym almost every day. Feels good, have lost a lot of the gut. I don't like being fat in my 20s. My partner shares my membership and goes frequently, and the accountability is helpful. Because of my area, the gym caters mainly to septuagenarians, so I don't have to worry about unsavory gym folk, although their taste in treadmill-view TVs is lacking. A friend of mine is a cross country running/track and field coach and gives good advice, but the other day he joked "You asking more for advice now will end with you asking for advice on your first half-marathon in 6 months." As much as I don't want him to be, as I hate running with a passion, I'm afraid he might be right.

galen is planning a visit at the end of next month. I am excited to show him my neck of the (literal) woods, catch a baseball game, and maybe go clamming...? We'll see. Also I need to brew beer so he can try my shitty beer when he's here. Hubski meetup in New England?