Heat Stroke
The AC died while I was out of town, and I came home to a house climbing past 86 degrees. The repairman is coming "sometime today." A small bug who'd taken up residence on my desk did not make it. He'll be missed.
Curtis Jones
Swimming: Day 10
A new best mile at 40:17, but I can feel a plateau coming on. Now I'm working on swimming farther underwater, trying to convince my body it doesn't really need oxygen all the time.
Let's go Fly a Kite
A stranger called insisting I was a kite-flying expert who owned a film company, courtesy of a referral from someone I'd never met. Years later it finally occurred to me to track him down. Turns out it was a Kurtis, with a K.
Swimming: Day 9
A mile in 41:46, slightly slower, which I'm blaming squarely on the whole chicken I ate beforehand. Also: I attempt hard-boiled eggs and nearly boil the pot dry. This is what happens when you live without a microwave timer.
Swimming: Day 8
A rest day paid off: the mile dropped almost nine minutes to 40:49, with better reach on each stroke and far fewer breaths. I could probably shave off five more if I ever learned to do a flip turn.
0 A.D.
I haven't truly loved a video game since Myth 2: Soulblighter, Bungie's magnum opus. The open-source 0 A.D. shows promise, though I waited years for Spore only to watch EA ruin it. And there are no Dwarfs lobbing bombs, so.
I Apologize....
If I de-friended you on Facebook and you noticed, it wasn't personal. I was mostly under the influence of alcohol and one of my sisters. Call it The Great Friend Culling of 2009.
Swimming: Day 7
A mile in 49:42, a 38-second gain, despite a cranky wrist from yesterday's weights and sore tendons in my shins. I've ordered a waterproof stopwatch, since counting laps and remembering my start time from the wall clock keeps tripping me up.
Swimming: Day 6
Thirty-two laps, with a little forgiving rounding: that's a mile. It took a humbling 50:20, but now I can chart progress in time instead of distance. The goal is one mile in thirty minutes. Let the graphing begin.
Swimming: Day 5
Twenty laps in thirty-seven minutes, and I felt good enough to keep going. To hit the goal I need twelve more laps, seven minutes faster. Still a ways to go, but soon I get my first two data points to graph.