Yesterday morning I woke up with a severe, but very short-lived cramp in my leg. No biggie. I rubbed it and it was gone in sixty seconds, leaving no residual pain.
Today, I have a pain.
I think a 24-hour time-delay on that sort of thing is against the rules, isn't it? I don't like it when reality makes icky exceptions on my behalf.
In other non-news, I really don't know why it took until yesterday this week for it to sink in that we have a three-day weekend coming up! So, you know, hooray for the holidays!
We don't really have anything planned. It's supposed to be in the "low 90s" tomorrow and Saturday, which means it's not the kind of weather that's going to encourage me to go outside and frolic around in nature. Unless, of course, we decide to go to the mountains. We go up to Blackhawk sometimes, for the low-stakes gambling. We've always want to go up, take the bus to Central City, and then walk the scenic mile or two between the two towns back to Blackhawk. I wonder if I can convince the R.C. that getting out of the city heat and "exercising" that way would be a good use of a day off?
I wouldn't actually be bothering you at the moment but I can't get into my (personal) e-mail program and I'm still in first-half-hour-of-the-workday-start-mode. (Timesheet or no timesheet, I build a slow start to my day into my plans.) My web-based e-mail program is almost never down. Maybe once a year, for ten minutes.
But those minutes can be an eternity. I always imagine that long, fascinating conversations are taking place without me. This rarely proves to be the case, once I get back in to my mail, my friends being much like me and tending toward the random, the absurd, and the tangential, but I always think that this time....
I don't know how hot it is or is going to be today, but it's already 75 in my office. I sort of regret choosing to wear jeans this morning, but I'm going to be doing a certain amount of Manual Labor later and I don't want to ruin my good clothes.
Other than that, I really didn't have anything to say.