The day didn’t seem to want to start. Oh it was going on out there. The world was moving. People, presumably, were moving either with or against the rotation of the earth. Or, perhaps the earth had stopped moving, gravity failed and everyone floated away. Maybe, I figured, I’m still here only because I was trapped in a snug blanket seal this morning. Being short-sheeted could have poss
More likely I couldn’t get to sleep last night, where the evening turned to morning and fatigue never found me. It took a while to adjust to a new day. Some time around noon the concept began to grow on me. Around 2 p.m. I found the strength for food. This was during the World Cup semifinal, and such a boring game too. It was disappointing, but not unexpected given the teams. Spain wins on a nice goal, which was one of the few opportunities of the game. At some point the people doing the scoring for television started inflated even the shots. No way Spain managed four in five minutes.
That was the fulcrum of the day, odd that the fulcrum happened so early, but such is a sunny summer day.
On the other hand, while I couldn’t sleep the last two nights I’ve created a survey to use next fall, so there’s something to be said for having a maladjusted sleep schedule.
Worked out late this evening. The Yankee swam while I rode the bike. She did almost a mile in the pool. I did 20 miles in the saddle. She burned more calories than I did. Not to get too detailed about this, but when I got home I discovered a blister from the toe bucket. A closer look shows a blister on a blister. That’s talent.
Tomorrow I’ll ride 30 or 40 miles, I hope. I’m ifnally back to riding hard (for me) and finding it invigorating (for me).
We picked up dinner at Chipotle. To go. I was still very sweaty and apparently offending the delicate sensibilities of one of the diners. Not that I wanted to be seen in that condition, but it was on the way home. As we discussed yesterday, there’s a certain order to these things. It just wouldn’t do to pass the burrito place, to go home, to turn around and go back to the burrito place.
Fussed with the site while watching American Pickers. Two guys drive all over and commit to television, and the inevitable History Channel DVD series, that old saw about one man’s junk is another man’s treasure. They seem like nice guys. They build a good rapport with people, hear their stories and buy their stuff. And then there’s the unfortunate part, where they show their projected profit. On the one hand that seems a bit cynical, but no one makes people sell to them. On the other hand, it seem like a great job, crawling through people’s stuff, making great discoveries. Maybe that can be my career in retirement.
Figured out the Tumblr import problem. There was an RSS feed that wasn’t doing anything. I found a widget that promises to do something. It is now in the rail to the right. I posted three images to Tumblr today. I scanned more this evening. You can follow that feed should you use the service, as there is a lot more to come. You’ll also be able to see the images as they appear on the site here. To be sure, you should check out both.
Tomorrow: I’ll be here. I’ll be at the gym. I’ll be donating old things I no longer need. There will be more on Twitter and on Tumblr, too. See you soon.