Ted and Shaun have gotten their weekends aligned, so now weekends at my house are Thursday and Friday, which is better than the Tuesday-Friday weekends that I was experiencing with them being on different schedules. However, it meant I stayed up much too late last night and slept in too late this morning and don’t want to do anything of consequence today. Add to that the fact that my parents got burgled last night and I’m definitely out of sorts. :P We went to see War of the Worlds last…
oops
Oops. I should be working again by now, but I’m going to make a post anyway. :) Just got back from swimming, and for some reason, about 1350 yards into the workout, I suddenly decided I needed to start *kicking*, for Christ’s sake. I so totally blew through that last 750 yards. It rocked. My strength is in my legs, and it’s easy easy easy to be lazy with them when I don’t have a coach yelling at me or somebody to compete against in my lane or the lane…
jinxed
Yesterday as I was out walking, I thought how nice it was that there hadn’t been any fires and that the sky was clear and blue and beautiful without the heavy scent of smoke or the orange shadows of summertime wildfires hanging over it all. This morning I got up and went downstairs and took a breath and tasted wood smoke on the air. I think I jinxed us! Back to work now.
stupid web browsers
Apparently there’s some kind of problem with this new layout and some versions of IE browsers. I can’t see it myself, but the nav bar is evidently overlaying the text area. It has something to do with the CSS margin settings I’m using, I’m pretty sure, but I have no idea how to both fix it and maintain the look of the site, which I like, dammit. So I don’t know what I’m going to do about it right now, but if you’re having trouble reading my site, try the…
bother, said pooh.
I think I’m going to have to start weight lifting to really take more weight off. I could, in theory, weight lift on the 4 days a week when I don’t swim. I have the equipment in my garage. And I _like_ weight lifting. And I work at home. It’s not like I can’t find the time. Actually *doing it*, however… I don’t know why I have a problem with actually doing it. (Because it’s *work*, she whined. Because it’s *hot* in the garage. Because because because because because.) It’s…