“I’m finally warm!” I say, checking the clock to see that the indoor temperature has… exceeded 74°F. “Oh.”
I’ve been using micro.blog right along and have a good, basic understanding of what it can do, but I’m very much looking forward to the release of the book, which I expect to fill in any number of gaps.
Started raining while I was in the bank, but my flat cap did the trick. Now luxuriating with a Divine Hammer DIPA while I wait for the other Esperantists to arrive.
Shuttled to DC for the IMST OA which fell through by just 0.25 points.
I’m having a strong beer while @jackieLbrewer has to make do with a weak beer, because I have a Y chromosome, which somehow means I can metabolize twice as much alcohol?
Since reading a couple of weeks ago about the importance of blue places for both physical and mental health, I’ve been trying to spend a little more time near water, and to pay attention when I’m there.
Today Jackie and I took a short walk along the little creek that runs just south of Winfield Village. It’s really a spectacular amenity that I don’t appreciate nearly as much as I should. (I spend a lot of time admiring our little prairie and our little woods, but I mostly just cross the creek itself with scant notice—nowhere near what it deserves.)
Perhaps you can help me catch up on appreciating our creek. Is it not admirable?
It got me some vitamin W for the water and some vitamin N for the nature, but sadly no vitamin D. The vitamin D window has closed, and won’t open again for 57 days.
Great run! My sore foot didn’t hurt until I was just a few steps from home. My knee didn’t hurt at all. My heart rate held exactly where I wanted it.
Latest in the long-running series, “Studies that reinforce my preconceptions just from reading the headline”:
Vegans have twice as many sick days as their meat-eating colleagues in the UK, according to a new report.
Me: There’s a frightening number of dirty dishes in the kitchen.
Jackie: It’s not unexpected. I was just in there before you brought coffee.
Me: I didn’t say it was unexpected. I said it was frightening.
Struck by Brett Scott’s great line in “The war on cash“:
It’s not a “cashless society” – but a “bankful society,”
I went to follow @Suitpossum, only to find I already do.