HowManyOfMe.com

There are: 0 people with my name in the U.S.A. How many have your name?

In the United States, anyway, I am one of a kind. The only person with my name. At least according to this website, based on the 1990 census and in the general percentage. To quote:

The program returns an estimate based on available data. It should be considered a “ballpark figure”. It will usually return an answer in the right general area, but the chances of the figure being exactly right are very low.

There are 238,475 people in the U.S. with the first name Eva. There are only 420 people with my last name in the U.S.

I might have a new car this weekend. I have to thoroughly clean the old car this weekend so we can sell it or trade it in. Either way, it needs to be vacuumed since my family members have used it to transport trees (???) and wood and furniture, and detritus remains.

But we’ll see. It would be verrrrry nice. But if it happens in two weeks, I’ll be OK with that, too. If it happens in two months, I’d be OK with that as well. I’ll take it when I can get it; in the meantime, I have to focus on paying my debts and simultaneously making room for monthly car and insurance payments in my budget. I’m due for my next review and performance-based raise in April.

I’ve also (suddenly) been taken with the desire and impulse to get my ass on the treadmill. I’m going to start doing this in the mornings since it means I can shower after running and get ready for the day as usual, rather than getting home from work, getting sweaty, showering and then showering again in the morning. Inefficient and wasteful. Tonight, I did some Pilates, but limited moves because of my wrist’s lack of strength; several positions require holding your ankles or propping your head up on your hand, and I just don’t have the flexibility or strength to do this 100% yet.

That said, it’s almost 9pm. If I take a sleeping pill NOW and put on some Satie for Relaxation, there’s a good chance I’ll be able to wake up at 6:30 for a half hour of running without feeling dead.

There was something else on my mind when I sat down to write, but I’ll be damned if I remember what it was.