Technical Difficulties

1. saladinahmed is looking for a few good cartographers.

2. I am really tired of feeling like crap all the time.

3. OTOH, great dressage lesson yesterday, after which Milo got his revenge for having to admit I was the boss by (a.) depositing a generous pile of manure in the stable aisle, (b.) backing up to plant his foot in it, and then (c.) pretending he had not the least idea how to go forward again.

4. I R SRS CHEETAH. THIS R SRS FUZZ.

5. The pool was closed for maintenance all last week, but I got out there today. Of course, I forgot my watch. :P

Unknown amount of time, 20 laps.
308 miles, 10 laps.

50 minutes, 36 laps.
305 laps, 26 laps.

And, okay, "triple-X gentlemen's club" with your ads on my radio, let's put aside all of the skeeve and the skanky and the rest of it and talk about your promotional decisions. Because Couples' Night? Seriously?

1. 45 minutes, 30 laps (stopped early because of horrific headache)
303 miles, 25 laps

2. Did not wipe out on the icy sidewalk either leaving the house or coming home. Go team me!

3. Thank you, everyone, for your kind thoughts re: the First Ninja (who is also the Skinny Ninja, the Tsarina in Exile, and the Executive Transvestite; her sister is the Tubby Ninja, the Terminator, and the Action Transvestite). She is emphatically hungry today (she sat in the kitchen doorway making little moop noises at me while I mixed her pills into her food), so we soldier on with as much bravery and good will as we can.

4. The electricians will be back in the walls tomorrow to finish upgrading the house, starting at 8 a.m. This dovetails just beautifully with my current inability to get to sleep before 4.

5. Chattanooga has a baby snow leopard.

55 minutes, 1 mile.
302 miles, 2 laps.

60 minutes, 37 laps.
299 miles, 34 laps.

New winter experience #22: scraping ice off the inside of the windshield.

50 minutes, 33 laps. 297 miles, 29 laps.

Apparently, no matter how long I live in the Upper Midwest, I will never learn that in the winter, you have to leave time for digging out the car. :P

On the other hand, I was rewarded for going out by a gorgeous purple-blue and deep pink Maxfield Parrish sunset. And when I came out of the gym, the moon was the thinnest possible sliver of gold on the blue-black velvet horizon.

50(?) minutes, 36 laps.
295 miles, 31 laps.

I'm not sure about the time, because when I came out into the pool area, there was no lifeguard--just the intramural swim team coaches--and we (the middle-aged man who was the other person doing lap swim and I) had to wait for one.

Also, there's nothing like walking out of the gym lobby into a face-full of snow.

60 minutes, 42 laps.
293 miles, 31 laps.

Being at the pool at the same time as the kids' intramural swim team gives me horrible junior high school flashbacks. Not the kids' fault. Still, it makes me tense.

60 minutes, 38 laps.
291 miles, 23 laps.

Again, nobody goes to the pool on Friday night. Especially when the temperature is -1 (F).

60 minutes, 39 laps. 289 miles, 21 laps.

Nobody goes to the pool Friday after work.